Pita
You're late.
Creasy
I'm sorry.
Pita
Where's my mother?
Creasy
I dropped her at home.
Pita
It's no wonder you're late. Why didn't she just come with you? [Creasy doesn't answer] Do you think my mom likes you?
Creasy
I think she's afraid of me. But not the same way most people are.
Pita
I'm not afraid of you.
Creasy
I know you're not.
Pita
Are you afraid of me?
Creasy
I used to be. At first. But not any more.
Pita
Good.
