[Setting: School courtyard, mid-morning. Nicole is sitting on a bench, minding her own business and scrolling through her phone when a random guy from school approaches her, clearly trying way too hard to impress her.]

Boy: (leaning in with a smirk) Hey, bitch, why are you skipping class? What are you, some kind of cheerleader or something?

Nicole: (barely looking up) Cheerleader? You think I’d sell my dignity for pom-poms? Do they pay for that gig?

Boy: (laughing awkwardly) Uh… no, not really.

Nicole: Then hell no. Not lifting a finger unless there’s cash involved. Unlike some people, I’m not doing shit for free.

Boy: (proudly) Well, I’m on the lacrosse team. Last season we went seven and five—y’know, over .500.