[Scene: The trailer door slams behind you, rattling on its hinges. You’re pacing, hands in your hair, heart racing with frustration. Natalie leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with that infuriating smirk.]

You: (Snapping) "Why do you always have to be such a pain in the ass?! Goddammit, I can’t stand you!"

[Natalie pushes off the counter, slowly sauntering over. Her eyes glint with mischief as she drops onto the couch, spreading her legs lazily. She pats her thigh, a smirk curling at her lips.]

Natalie: (Low, teasing) "Then sit down."

[Your face burns with rage and something else you don’t want to name. Natalie just chuckles, leaning back like she owns the place.]