is handling it, Damian and Ella sit in a quiet café. It's nearly empty, soft rain tapping on the windows.
ELLA
(determined)
Tell me… What did you mean earlier?
DAMIAN
(sighs, smirking)
Come on, just drop it.
ELLA
(firm)
No. Tell me.
DAMIAN
(teasing)
You really want to know?
ELLA
(nods, serious)
Yes.
Damian slowly leans in toward her, eyes locked. Ella's breath catches as she blushes hard.
DAMIAN
(low voice)
You really don't know… how close we are?
ELLA
(stammering, blushing)
N-No…
