Excuse me, sorry sorry.
Cute baby.
Attention Boston baseball fans,
if you forgot to check Twitter this morning,
you might want to head on down to Boston Pediatric Hospital's
charity blood drive. Why?
Well, they've just tweeted a contest:
The first 500 donors get to meet celebrity host Richie Miranda!
Alexis, control yourself.
I'm sorry, but who doesn't love them
- a little Richie Miranda? - Police officers,
drug counselors maybe.
I mean, the guy may be an all-star ballplayer,
but he still got busted for for drug possession.
If you still love him, go to that blood drive!
Maybe he'll give you an autograph, but hurry.
I hear there's already a pretty big line.
Matt Fritz, from Boston Signal.
No press today, sir. This is a charity event.
You're welcome to give blood, but you gotta wait your turn.
Excuse me, do I know you?
Yeah! I'm...
O-H-J...
Ojealo's from Nigeria.
Yeah.
April.
I need to talk to you.
I thought you said that you never wanted to talk to me again.
What is it? Are your mother and sister okay?
So now you care about our family?
Well, I have a very busy day.
I really don't have time to rehash things that happened in the past, so...
Look, I need your help getting into the blood drive downstairs.
I'm trying to get an interview with Richie Miranda.
He hasn't spoken to the press since he got out of rehab.
Wow, so you've finally become a reporter?
Not yet. Still entry level, but if I get this interview,
my boss might finally learn my name.
All I need is your help getting past security. I'll do the rest.
Dr. Carver, your patient is ready in 302.
Well, I have a patient waiting, so...
Right. Should've known.
Dad always said the only people Uncle George cares about are his patients.
April, wait.
For coming. I'll get you in a minute.
- You're the man, baby! - I'll get you in a minute, I promise.
How are you doing? Good to see you guys. Thanks for coming.
How are you doing, dude? Good to see you.
Hi, how are you doing, my man? Hi.
How are you doing? Guess it's true what they say,
Boston really does bleed for their team.
Hi.
Thanks for giving blood today.
I just had to meet my favourite baseball player.
I don't even know why I'm here.
I hate blood and needles. I'm sorry.
Hey, if there were more girls who look like you
at blood drives, I'd have a needle in my arm all the time.
Probably shouldn't joke about that.
Whatever. I don't believe any of the stuff people are saying.
Yeah? Good.
No, I mean you probably just took the fall for someone else on the team.
But if it was you,
I wouldn't judge. We all make mistakes.
You'd still be my favorite.
Seriously, you can tell me.
What are you, a reporter?
No!
You are, aren't you?
No.
- Wait, no wait. - Hey, security, hey!
- Wait! - I told you no press!
Can we get her out of here please?
I really do have a thing about blood.
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What are you doing?
You fainted. I was checking your vitals.
There's no one else in this entire hospital who could do that?
Relax, I'm done.
Hey, sorry I didn't know you were here.
You can't really leave a girl who bleeds all over you
in front of a crowd of people.
I'd end up all over the Internet... again.
Anyway, now that I see you're okay,
Peace.
I'm not, actually! I'm dying
and the only cure is an interview with you.
You reporters are crazy, you know that?
First you bat your eyelashes at me,
then you're in here being a real you-know-what
to some poor doctor who's just trying to help.
That's my uncle.
You talk that way to everyone in your family?
No, it's just he...
That's the first time I've seen him since my dad died
and he didn't even bother to come to the funeral.
- I'm sorry. - What, about my dad?
It's okay. I got a lot of money out of it, so...
Sorry, I get really awkward with emotional stuff
and make inappropriate jokes.
I got that from my dad actually.
He never took anything seriously either.
Neither did mine.
He just... passed away last week.
Noone really cares about that story
when there's this other whole scandal going on.
- That must be hard. - It's cool.
I got his motorcycle.
No questions about drugs, okay?
Yeah, okay.
First question... ahem...
what was the last thing you put up your nose?
Bill, where are we with the campaign finance reform piece?
- We get a quote from Siena? - Their office is getting back to me.
So no.
I don't even know your name, so I assume you're one of our floaters.
Thank you for exposing the entire senior staff
- to your germs. - It's allergies.
And now
may I take a moment to express my utter disbelief
that Mark, my award-winning sportswriter,
has not gotten us Richie Miranda.
I've been to Fendway every morning. It's a fortress.
Even the blood drive was no press,
I tried. Miranda doesn't want to talk.
Since when does anybody want to talk to the press?
Break into his gated community,
find out where one of his illegitimate kids goes to school.
Do whatever you have to.
Start any time.
Sorry?
Your long and boring tale of why you're late
to a meeting you're not even necessary at.
You know, honestly
I should just replace floaters with computers.
Computers are never late and they don't get sick.
Yeah,
I'm planning on using one to type up my interview
with Richie Miranda.
We had a nice talk.
Sorry I'm late. The blood drive ran long.
The blood drive where no press was allowed?
We'll run it in Sunday sports.
- I'll get you a draft by tomorrow. - No, you won't.
Floaters don't write feature stories in major newspapers.
Meet with Mark first thing tomorrow morning, download your notes to him.
Nora, can you write a piece about the economy
that won't make me want to kill myself?
What, did you sleep with him?
It's so unfair you get to have sex for a story and I don't.
Danny, you know how picky I am.
I'm not gonna sleep with some dirty sports star
who probably, like, chews tobacco.
And I don't even get to write the story after all that.
Guess it's called "paying your dues."
I did not spend four years at Harvard to "pay my dues".
- Hey, April, can I borrow a tissue? - Finally admitting you're sick?
No, you're just drooling a little.
Just ask him out. I mean, aren't you one of those annoying girls
- that does that? - A feminist?
Yeah, that's what I said... one of those annoying girls.
I don't know, it's different. Dominic's, like, an actual reporter here.
Arts and entertainment? Please.
You're such a snob. And I can't just start sexually harassing him.
We just had that seminar.
I think it's just sexual harassment when the power goes the other way.
In this case you're under Dominic...
Or you wish you were.
Hey, can you hold that?
You really wanted this elevator to yourself?
Yeah, do you mind taking the stairs?
So, I heard everyone on the senior staff hates you now.
- What? - Actually, I didn't hear that.
But I'd hate you. You've been here, what, six months?
- And you already got a big interview? - Yeah.
My life is really glamorous. Now I get to go home and have dinner with my mom
and my grandma, who I live with
because I can't afford my own place.
Well, if you feel like getting away later,
I'm covering a show at The Hangover at 9:00.
I could use a second opinion if you're free.
Yeah, that should work.
Excuse me, miss.
This area is for employees only.
Well, if someone were actually running the store,
maybe I wouldn't have to make my own coffee. I miss the old manager.
I don't. She was a lazy bitch.
No, she wasn't. She was a genius.
And super hot. Can I get her number?
So tell me everything. Dominic asked you out?
I mean not technically.
- It's work-related. - So make it not work-related.
Feed him Tequila shots and pin him against a wall... done.
- No. - Okay,
or you could be a prude and talk about your feelings.
I mean, I'm sure this dude would be into that.
He has a scented candle on his desk.
I never should have told you about that candle.
It smells like trees. It's not, like, vanilla.
Whatever. It's still a little metrosexual for me.
You know, I prefer strong, silent types
who watch sports and... and shoot guns.
Beth, that makes no sense.
You watch "Downton Abbey" and donate to the Audubon society.
Since when does the brain govern
who we want to see naked?
Uncle George.
Haven't heard that name in a while.
I know. I saw him at that blood drive this morning
and now I think he wants to, like, be back in touch.
And I... I just... I can't.
- He's so awkward. - Right?
He even signed the text "from George."
You know what? Just ignore him. He'll get the message.
Or, you know, maybe he just feels awkward telling you they can't
use your blood from the drive because you have an S.T.D.
- God, could you imagine? - Coming from your uncle?
"You have herpes. From George."
- Mom, you okay? - She's playing bridge roulette.
I wouldn't call it playing. These dummies don't even know how.
It's roulette. Just switch to the next player.
If I quit, my rating goes down and I will not be ranked lower
than some fool in Indianapolis with a "Hello Kitty" avatar.
Brenna, will you set the table?
Can't. I'm working on my community outreach stuff.
All right, never mind.
Mom, what is wrong with you?
I'm just proud of you! And I want to remind you
where you were last year. Compared to now, it's...
What an accomplishment when a child...
- My God. - Hey, I tell my patients all the time,
praise your kids when they excel.
I know how tough it's been these last couple of years for you.
Not just you, this whole family.
But, Brenna, when you were cutting classes and blowing off your schoolwork
- for that boyfriend of yours... - Okay, Sean was never my boyfriend.
Okay, regardless. It's just on top of everything else,
getting the phone calls every day from school...
Okay, I'm not blaming... this is not...
"Dear mom: Please finish a sentence. Thanks, Brenna."
"Dear Brenna: Please stop communicating with people
by writing letters from yourself. Thanks, April."
So...
I have a little announcement.
I'm thinking of joining one of those online dating services
- you guys keep talking about. - You're too young to date.
Wait, mom, are you serious?
I'm thinking about it. I don't know.
I mean I'm a therapist, wouldn't it look too unprofessional...
No! Whatever. I'm taking your profile picture.
Wait, no, I wanna do it.
- Hold on, wait wait wait. - I thought you were busy.
- I want to do it. - Can you believe I'm doing this?
Don't look at me. I think you're asking to end up in a body bag.
- Mom, smile like a normal person. - Well, I am!
Let's try serious then.
Okay, mom, ew.
What... don't...
All right, delete delete!
I am so sorry.
I cannot wait to read your review.
I feel bad for her when she reads it.
I don't know, is she old enough to read?
I think I had that dress in kindergarten.
And I had that voice.
Another beer?
Yeah, I can get it.
I know, but I'm offering.
Two more please. It's dollar-beer night.
I think I can handle it.
You are not making this easy.
Making what easy?
You get your own beers,
you got your own cover charge,
you held the door for me.
I have a confession.
I'm not reviewing this show.
- You're not? - No.
I just wanted to see you outside the office.
Because, you know, we kinda
joke around at work, and I don't know if you're just being funny
or if... we're flirting.
Well, are you flirting?
I feel like if I answer this honestly...
I'm just thinking about that sexual-harassment seminar.
- I was just talking about that! - You were?
In what context? Were you talking about dating one of your coworkers?
I can't really remember. I think it was just in case
someone started working there that I liked.
"We need to call service for the copier.
- Did somebody call service?" - Pam from human resources!
"There's leftover pizza in the break room.
- It's sausage." - Duh, Geoffrey from classifieds.
Okay, this next one requires a conversation.
So start telling me about your day so far.
Okay, I woke up to my little sister's alarm clock ringing...
"I know her. I dated her."
And then I think I turned on C.N.N...
"I watch that, and B.B.C. That's the only TV I watch.
- I usually just listen to N.P.R." - Danny Gupta.
Sorry, I know he's your friend.
It's fine. I tell him this stuff to his face.
I bet you do. You don't seem like the type to beat around the bush.
Ooh, also not the type to use the expression "beat around the bush."
Who's George?
- Booty call? - No. Gross.
See, you really didn't beat around the bush there.
My God. Every time you say it
my entire body cringes with embarrassment for you.
- Beat around the bush. - I hate you.
I got... I got one more impression for you.
Are you ready?
Maureen from accounting?
What are you doing here? Do you know how late it is?
Yes, I know, I know. But it's... it's important.
Look, I appreciate your help today, really.
But what if my mom wakes up?
She would kill me if she even knew I saw you.
- All right, April... - And you know, you never
bothered to come around when we tried to make you
part of the family before,
so it's not like you can just show up now...
- and think that you can... - All right, April.
It's not about me. It's about your health.
What are you talking about?
After you fainted today,
I ran some tests on your blood.
What?
You have cancer.
I'm 24.
Well...
What kind of... ?
It's leukemia.
But we are trying some more tests.
to determine exactly what the subtype is.
We can... we can... we can treat it though, right?
- It's treatable? - Yeah.
Okay, good.
Treating isn't the same as curing.
Whatever, how do we... how do we cure it then?
I'm gonna be okay, right?
As I say, we have to run more tests.
April, is that you?
Yeah! Sorry, grandma,
I was just making a phone call for work.
Now? They'd better be paying you overtime!
I wish.
I'll be up in a minute.
Okay.
- I have to go. - So... okay.
But you... come to my office tomorrow, we'll talk about everything there.
- I'll find another doctor. - Why? I'm an oncologist.
- I'm one of the best in the state. - At a children's hospital.
Please, just come by, do the tests.
You know it's in your best interest to let me help you,
despite whatever you may think about me on a personal level.
- Fine. - Okay.
So I'll see you there tomorrow first thing, like 8:00, 8:30?
I have a staff meeting then.
You do know how serious this is, right?
Yes, I just don't want to lose my job
in addition to... this.
Can I come in at lunch, please?
Yeah sure, okay, yeah, okay. I'll see... see you tomorrow.
I'm sorry.
Mom.
I gotta just go get
some green peppers from Wilson farm
for the salad.
Mom.
Something's wrong with me.
Morning.
- Morning. - Is mom around?
No, she had an early patient.
She woke me up. She always makes so much noise in the kitchen.
Decided I'd just take these old bones for a spin.
You're in better shape than I am.
I love it when you lie to me.
It's "community outreach" day.
It'll be easy. He's picking us up after school.
Yeah.
We should do that, too.
Yeah, I know.
- What's up, stalker? - Who are you talking to?
Chelsea, why?
Are you skipping community outreach?
- I didn't say that. - Then who's picking you up?
What are you talking about?
Brenna, if you're still seeing Sean,
I'm telling you it's a waste of time.
You've been chasing him for how long now and he's still not going for it?
It's not worth screwing this family up again!
I'm just taking the "t" home with Chelsea. God, what's wrong with you?
Do you have any idea how much I had to take care of mom
when you were sneaking out at night and failing out of school?
A school she's, like, paying all of her money to send you to?
Someone's on their period!
Yeah, if you could proofread that before lunch,
- it'd be awesome. - You got it.
Okay, who am I?
"Is it just me, or is there something about walking down the hall
- that's so sensual?" - Sorry?
It's Mallory from "Ask Mallory!"
Come on, that was an easy one.
Is everything okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just a little out of it this morning.
- It was a rough night? - Yeah.
I mean no. Can we catch up later?
I have a million things to do today.
Yeah.
Hey, Tasha. I'm meeting with Mark this morning. Is he in yet?
I didn't ask how you were feeling.
I asked to have the Miranda interview on my desk
- when I get back from lunch! - Mark's out with the flu.
He thinks one of the floaters gave it to him.
You're not sick, are you?
No.
I'm not getting back from lunch tomorrow!
I'm getting back today!
Are you throwing up right now?
Thai food? Cheesesteaks? Paninis?
God, you're like an Indian Jack-in-the-box.
You're welcome, by the way.
For getting Mark sick,
so you could steal his assignment?
Sorry.
I'm just... I'm trying to turn this in by his deadline.
Was that Mark's deadline? Bummer.
No, I'm supposed to see my uncle.
Who cares about your uncle? I didn't even know you had an uncle until just now.
I'm just saying, if my nani came back from the dead
right when I needed to finish a story?
Are you saying you'd blow off your dead grandmother for a story?
Hell yeah. But maybe that's just me.
My career is, like, my life.
Me too.
Yeah. What?
No one called for me during lunch?
I don't know whether to feel relieved or rejected.
Keep up the great work, Bill.
No no, keep going. I'm dying to see what happens.
- Does he get the ball? - Sorry.
- Yes, girl-from-yesterday? - Sorry.
- I wasn't listening or anything... - Why weren't you listening?
A good journalist always listens.
I know you said you don't let floaters write stories,
but since Mark is out, I did a draft
of the Richie piece just in case it helps.
- No pressure, but if you could... - April!
There you are.
I'm just running into a meeting.
I wanted to see if you were...
Stop it! Come with me.
Look, I know I was supposed to come in at lunch,
but you can't just stalk me like this.
I just had to make sure that you were okay.
George, I'm fine.
It's not like I'm gonna drop dead any second.
I'm not, right?
I read online that as long as you diagnose leukemia early you can...
Begin treatment, but we don't even specifically know what we're treating yet,
which is why we've got to act right away,
especially if you're showing any symptoms.
Have you noticed you're feeling unusually tired lately?
Any bleeding from your nose or gums?
No. Is that going to start happening?
Look, I know this is... unfair,
given all you've been through in the last couple of years.
You... you talk about that
like you had nothing to do with it,
like you weren't there with him
behind the wheel when he died.
You know what? Nothing I can say to you
is going to change how you feel about me.
Clearly you've decided that I'm this villain
and your father is a saint and that's up to you.
But you've just got to put that on hold right now.
Let me save your life and then you can go back to hating me.
I haven't even told my mom yet.
Can we just wait until I talk to her?
I'll do it tonight. Please just keep
- this between us for now, okay? - April, sooner or later
people are going to find out about this. You can't keep something like this secret.
And another thing, you cannot blow me off the way you did...
Last night. From now on when I call you
- you've got to pick up the phone. - Okay.
Okay, George, I will.
I know our relationship is-is... is complicated,
but...
I still love you.
So if we could move this over there and that...
Brenna, do you need a task?
The soup is out.
Isn't that, like, the one task?
You can't just sign in and then leave again.
Why do you care?
Because I'm the president of this club
and if our advisor finds out that I'm letting you leave...
Well, then don't tell him. Chelsea, come on.
Actually I think I'm gonna stay.
Seriously?
I'm, like, starting to think about college applications...
Because some people care about their futures.
Whatever.
I don't live for the future.
We could all die tomorrow. Gotta have fun while you can.
This is Sara Carver's voice-mail.
I'll get right back to you.
Hey, mom, it's me. I was just wondering if you're home yet.
I'm leaving work a little early
and I have to tell you something.
Okay, see you soon!
Hey, sorry I was weird earlier.
- It was a crazy morning. - Don't worry about it.
- Leaving early? - Yeah.
Your flu is the gift that keeps on giving.
- I'll see you tomorrow. - Cool.
I'll probably still be here from today.
I want Lawrence to see I'm not afraid to pull an all-nighter.
Hey, April, Lawrence wants to see you as soon as he gets off this call.
You know what it's about?
No.
You are not totally illiterate.
Thank you.
But I can't run your story even if I wanted to.
Mark has a quota of stories he needs to fill for his contract.
Okay. Well, thanks for reading it.
Where are you going?
I'm sorry. I thought that was it.
No. I've got a question for you. Sit.
What do you know about Bruce Hendrie?
The real-estate developer?
You hear he's running for governor in the next term?
- I... I... - Don't lie.
You wouldn't have any way of knowing unless you know his housekeeper
who told my housekeeper... and yes, his housekeeper is legal,
so don't bother starting with that angle.
- I'm sorry, excuse me? - Keep up.
I'm giving you an assignment.
I want you to profile this guy.
Craig was supposed to do it, but he just gave his two weeks' notice.
He's going to work for The Times.
It pains me to say this, because I think each generation gets more and more vapid,
but it's clear that youth is the future of politics.
Every piece of news seems to live and die on Facebook,
- Twitter, YouTube. - I have those.
Congratulations. So you up for it?
Yeah! Yes, of course.
Good. I'll call Pam in H.R.
Human resources, this is Pam.
I need you to set up a new expense account
for... April Carver, right?
- Tequila? - What are you chasing it with?
Tequila.
You all right?
- Yeah, I'm great. - Come here.
Let me show you the rest of the house.
This is Tyler. He crashes here.
Tyler, this is Brenna. She goes to Charton.
Hey, Sean.
Take care of my man Ty, all right?
Wait, Sean.
What's wrong?
- Nothing. - Then why are you, like, shaking?
- I'm not. - Right!
You're a private-school girl.
You probably only spread your legs for your horse.
Guess what I'm doing tonight?
What?
Going on my first Internet date!
- That was fast. - Yeah.
Thanks to you. You know that man you found me?
My 79% match?
He suggested that we just cut to the chase
and meet up. And you know what? I figured "why not?"
No,
- is that crazy? - No, no! Mom, that's awesome.
Let me do your eyes. Come.
Hey, what did you want to tell me? I got your message.
I got my first big assignment from Lawrence today.
- Really?! - Mom, you have to keep your eyes closed.
April, I'm so excited!
I can't wait to brag about you on my date!
I'm so glad I picked up this purple eye shadow.
I just felt like I needed a little extra something.
I wanted something playful,
but not juvenile playful, right? It's age-appropriate.
I guess... you know what? A better word for it is "spirited."
- Spirited, I feel like... - Mom.
What's wrong? You're not finishing your sentences again.
I'm nervous.
I... haven't been on a date in 25 years.
And now, what am I? I'm making myself look pretty to go meet a complete stranger.
I don't know, maybe I'm just too old for this.
Stop. Any man would be lucky to meet you.
Look at you, you're hot.
Yeah.
You can do this.
You deserve to meet someone.
- Who's the therapist here? - Sometimes I don't know.
- Now take off the cape. - It's a poncho.
Okay. Take off the poncho.
It's... it's from Nepal.
Don't take this the wrong way,
but it looks like it belongs on a donkey.
Really?
My God.
- Hey. - There you are! I thought you died.
- What? - It's been, like, 24 hours
and you still haven't told me about your date with Dominic.
- I thought he killed you. - Yeah,
sorry, it's just been one of those days.
Actually...
I need to talk to you.
Well, come get a drink with me at the Palace. I had a crap day, too.
My part-timer quit so I'm working double shifts for the rest of the week.
How much does my life suck?
I don't know. I don't really feel like going to a bar.
Do you think maybe there's somewhere quiet where we can talk?
Wait, what?!
Never mind.
I'll meet you there.
My God, I'm already drunk. You have to catch up.
Here, I got you a vodka... something.
Tonic.
This is Gary. He's been keeping me company.
Gary, this is my best friend April.
Hi.
Yeah, he doesn't talk much.
It's okay. Come on, let's pick some songs.
Sorry, I don't think they have any country.
So what's up?
You seem bummed. Is it the boy?
Yeah...
We had an awesome date last night and he kind of blew me off today.
See, this is the problem with guys like Dominic. They're too passive.
It might have been my fault though.
I mean, I saw him this morning and it was really awkward...
Just stop it. Don't do that girl thing where you blame yourself.
- I'm not, I just... - You just need a rebound.
So you know, like, pick a guy, any guy.
- I'll make it happen for you. - No, I'm okay.
Okay, well, if you change your mind,
come dance with me. Guys love lesbians.
You were partying?
- What? - I have cash.
No. This isn't from that.
Fine. Don't share.
- Beth! - Whatever,
I can be a feminist and still like this music, okay?
No. Dominic's here.
- Where? - Right there.
Okay, he's way hotter than his profile picture.
And he's looking over here.
- Ouch! - See? He's over it already.
I'm just gonna let it go.
Okay, but if you don't confront him right now,
you are not allowed to obsess to me later about what went wrong,
because you have a window right this minute to find out from the source.
Like, what do you have to lose?
Okay, what's up with you?
- Hey, I didn't see you. - Whatever. Yeah, you did.
Why are you being weird? We had a great time last night.
Is this just how you are with girls?
Hi, I'm April.
Look, whatever it is, just tell me. I hate drama.
- Really? That's kind of ironic. - Why?
I saw you talking to that George guy today.
You did?
What did... what did you hear?
That you can't tell anyone you're seeing him and he loves you.
He's the guy who called you last night, right?
- No, he's not... - It's cool.
What is he, like, married?
Are you waiting for him to leave his wife or something? 'Cause that's kinda
- the definition of drama. - Dominic, he's my uncle.
- Wait. - George is my Uncle.
It's a secret that I saw him, because everyone in my family hates him,
which is a whole long story. But that's who he is.
- So, no secret boyfriend. - No.
- You're just sleeping with your uncle. - Yes.
Then that's fine.
Can we just rewind
and pretend it's last night again?
Okay.
One sec.
It's my little sister.
- Bren? - April.
Bren, where are you? Are you okay?
No.
Stay on the phone. I'm on my way.
I'm sorry.
Hey, sexy!
Saved you a seat.
Yeah, keep doing that. Girls love that.
Dude, look, she's saluting us!
Help me caption this.
Hey.
Bren, let's go.
Come on.
Move!
I owe you so much.
I promise I'll never lie to you again.
Please don't tell mom.
She'll freak out.
I won't.
Thanks, Ape.
I'm so glad you still live with us.
If you didn't I...
I would die.
I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to spy on you. I just...
No no no, I'm the one who should apologize.
Please, no daughter wants to watch her mother doing that.
Not that there's anything wrong with it. It's natural,
- but I just... - Mom, it's fine.
Okay, so first he took me to an incredible flamenco performance...
this Argentinean woman, Irina something...
and then we went to Harvard square for dessert
and talked until the cafe closed.
And it was just... I don't remember
being this happy.
Is something wrong, honey?
Yeah, I'm just...
I'm tired.
Why don't you get some sleep?
You know, maybe you should skip the tea.
They always say it's caffeine-free, but I don't believe them.
Come on, you go to bed.
Thank you for tonight.
I never could have done it without you.
Happy Birthday, dad.
So I've got some pretty big news.
I got promoted.
Just kidding.
I meant my other news.
Maybe you already know.
I don't know how this all works.
Anyway.
So it looks like I might be
seeing you sometime soon.
And... don't take this the wrong way...
You're gonna have to wait a while.
I'm not ready yet.
- Hey. - Hi.
Those are really pretty.
Thanks. They're for my dad.
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