I am in a garage at the end of a theater.
I am an actress in a play.
I am standing at a stainless steel sink in the garage making soup.
The soup looks disgusting to me.
A dark haired actor comes in. He has been playing my brother in the play.
He tastes the soup and says it is delicious.
My heart goes pitter patter.
Pitter patter.
My heart goes.
He likes it.
He likes it.
He's speaking to me and they aren't just lines in the play.
Or are they?