Damien touches his face, overcoming the shock of getting slapped.
Amber turns around feeling guilty and shocked, Damien turns her back to normal, traces her face as if a romantic gesture, Amber closes her eyes thinking Damien will again kiss her but Damien ends up catching a mosquito near her neck.
Damien: got it!!
Amber gets frustrated and walks to the kitchen counter
Amber: ahhh
Damien: just chill
Amber: what! chill?...don't tell me chill
Damien: this is terrible. Oh, there you go, mosquito...what if this is a dengue carrier... yes you are right...I'm annoying... but you're the one who's making it complicated
Amber: don't interfere Damien... and then you don't really know me... and then you're the only one who knows what to do...is to bother other people and be a weirdo
Damien: ME?! WEIRDO?!?... maybe but at least I'm not obsessed with being perfect...and worrying about what others think about me
Amber: perfect? me perfect? When did I say that I was perfect ? At least I have decency to think what others think of me... well at least I'm thinking!
Damien: so u admit it. You care what everyone thinks about you
Amber: SHUT UP!
Amber climbs the bench in frustration and starts cleaning the counters agressively
Damien: hey slow down
Amber: DON'T TRY ME-
Damien goes to help and Amber falls in his arms