Caoimhe

You decide to do the romantic thing, walking over to Caoimhe and sitting down across from her.

"Hey, Caoimhe. I got you this," you say, putting the tray down in front of her.

"Oh, hey, Jack!" Caoimhe says, before her eyes widen at the sight of the trays. "Oh, wow, Jack, that looks incredible. How did you even get that?"

"I have to have some secrets, don't I?" you smile. "All that matters is I got one for you."

"I'm really grateful for this Jack," she says, almost embarrassed by the gift. "You didn't have to do this, though. I like you enough already."

"Well what else was I going to do with it?"

"You could've given it to some pretty girl or something," Caoimhe shrugs.

"I'm pretty sure I did do that," you say with a smile, as Caoimhe goes bright red.

"Stop teasing," Caoimhe smiles.

"You just don't know how to take a compliment," you say, taking a bite out of a chip. "So, what are you working on?"

"I'm just reading through the scripts, double-checking them," she says.

"Can I read it?" you ask, playfully plucking the script from her hand.

"Hey!" Caoimhe says, grabbing another script and gently hitting you on the head with it. "Oh well, you'll need it read and memorized sooner or later."

"I thought I could just ad lib it," you shrug, opening the script and flicking through it. "Who even wrote this thing? The dialogue's as wood... hang on, did you write this?"

"No, Beth did," Caoimhe says.

"Oh, good. The dialogue's as wooden as Elvis Presley's heart."

"What do you mean?"

"It's just all really unnatural, like no one back then or now would say it," you explain.

"Oh no, I got that. I mean why did you say as wooden as 'Elvis Presley's heart'?"

"He had a song called "Wooden Heart". Not a music buff, huh?"

"Not an Elvis fan," Caoimhe replies.

"Also could've went with George Washington's teeth, or what a woodchuck would chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood."

Caoimhe giggles at the last one, causing you to smile.

"Well, feel free to spruce up your lines yourself," Caoimhe says.

"Was "spruce" a play on words because I called the dialogue wooden?"

"It wasn't, but I wish it was. Is too late to say it was?"

"It probably 'wood' be," you say, emphasizing the 'wood'.

That one gets you a groan.

"Puns are the lowest form of humor," Caoimhe complains whilst trying to suppress a grin.

"I can move onto fart jokes, if you'd like," you grin.

"Stop it," Caoimhe says, gently flicking a chip at you.

You quickly snap the chip out of the air, biting down on it and swallowing it. Caoimhe laughs again, bemused.

"God, you're so immature," you say, rolling your eyes. "I should be working with professionals."

Caoimhe flicks another chip at you, which bounces off your forehead. You both continue to mess around and eat, until when you're both nearly finished your meals Caoimhe notices the time on her phone.

"Oh, shit," Caoimhe says, standing up abruptly. "I was supposed to hand off these scripts to the drama teacher like ten minutes ago."

"Ten minutes isn't very late," you point out.

"Yeah, but the drama teacher has a real stick up her ass."

"A wooden stick?" you ask, before Caoimhe frowns. "OK, that one was pushing it. I'll let the joke die."

"Good," Caoimhe smiles. "I'll see you around. I'm free later tonight, though, if you want to do something. Just come by my room. If you want, I don't want to seem pushy."

"Cool, where's your room?" you ask.

"Dorm A, Floor 2, Room 1," Caoimhe says.

"Cool, I'll come by. Bye then," you say.

"Bye," Caoimhe says, rushing off with her pile of scripts.

Well, that was fun. Time to find something else to do.