Larissa
Ryan's facial expression changed; he looks upset. He finishes his shower in silence, wraps himself in a towel, and goes to the bedroom. I start to cry. I like Ryan, but I have to face my reality: he is rich, he can be with anyone he wants, anytime he wants, and he won't want anything serious with a poor woman full of problems like me. I go back to the bedroom and put on my pajamas. He sits on the edge of the bed, wearing only his black boxers.
Ryan: Larissa, do you think I just want to play pretend with you?
Larissa: Ryan, what would you want with a girl like me? We live in completely different realities, and besides being poor, I also have a child with a drug dealer.
Ryan: And what does that have to do with it?
Larissa: It has to do with...
Ryan: Haven't you realized by now
