Sylvain & Manuela C / houses.fedatamine.com

Manuela, Sylvain enter the scene

Ugh... My head. Where? Why am I here instead of the infirmary? When did I? Oh boy.

How are you feeling, Professor Manuela?

Sylvain? What do you need at this hour?

You don't remember? Well, you collapsed in the infirmary, and—

That doesn't sound like me. Wait, no... I remember.

The truth is, something sad happened, so I did what I always do to forget my troubles...

Anyway, I found you passed out on the floor, helped you up, then carried you back here.

And what were you doing in the infirmary late at night? Not bringing a girl there, I hope.

No... Nope. I was definitely alone. I just, ya know, I just had a bad feeling, and I decided to look around to see if anyone needed my help.

Ugh, my poor head...

Are you all right? Here, have some water.

What a thoughtful young man you are. You're a real gentleman compared to that jerk who just—

That good-for-nothing guy who strung you along, whispered sweet nothings in your ear, then shattered your heart beyond repair? I agree. He's a jerk.

Oh no! Did I...say those things to you?

Actually, your version had more details. Very detailed details.

Oh dear.

You know, Professor, you're a good catch. It's a shame that you've had no luck with men.

You need a guy like me—somebody who sees your beauty and appreciates how tender you are, emotionally...and how much love you have to give.

You're a smooth talker even when you don't mean what you say. I'm going to change, so shoo, OK?

Sure, sure, I can take a hint. Rest up, Manuela.

Thank you, Sylvain. I'm going to try and get some sleep.

Sylvain leaves the scene

Did he just call me Manuela and not professor? That sly little— Although... Hmm. Me? With Sylvain? Now there's a crazy thought.