[Video chatting with Trish]
'Hey, loser.'
'Hey, Ms. Manager. That hoodie looks familiar.'
'Huh?'
'That's mine, right?'
'Wh-what? Oh crap I forgot to-wait, I meant no! No, it isn't! It's not yours.'
'That's the softball team hoodie from when I was a freshman, Mella.'
'Maybe this is another softball player's. You weren't the only one in the team two years ago.'
'Turn around and show me the back of the hoodie, then. I mean, we all had our names printed at the back.'
'No.'
'What?'
'I don't want to. But it's not yours.'
'You're wearing my hoodie.'
'No, I'm not.'
'Yes you are.'
'I'm not. And stop smiling like that. You look like an idiot.'
'Whose is that, then?'
'Someone else's.'
'Prove it.'
'No.'
'...'
'Stop smiling like that! You look dumb and I hate you.'
'God, you're
