Minty: "You mentioned his handwriting was the most beautiful in your eyes. Since this whole book exists because of your writing—your poems—did you two ever actually exchange notes or letters? Or was your writing always a secret gift that stayed hidden until Iboni brought it to the light?"
[The audience settles, wondering if there's a hidden paper trail to this 12th-grade romance.]
Yvonne: "Oh, it is definitely a secret gift! But there's this one time—! [Began pointing at Minty while squinting eyes]Oh! I hate the way you make me talk all about him!"
[Minty is absolutely doubled over, her laughter echoing through the studio as she holds her stomach. She's fanning herself frantically with her noteboook, her face flushed with pure delight at Yvonne's accusatory finger-pointing.]
Yvonne: "There's this one time that I wrote a poem on a December then I wrote it on an index card, then, I'm not sure if I was lowkey enough that no classmate sees me puting that index card with my poem into the open bag of Jervien. But, yeah. Didn't have any idea if he read it or not though."
Minty: "Guilty as charged! I'll take the heat! But Yvonne, you can't drop a secret index card bombshell and expect me to be quiet! This is peak high school rom-com energy!"
[The audience is in stitches. One person in the front row is mimicking the motion of sneaking a card into a bag, and a chorus of "Did he see it?!" and "Oh my god!" ripples through the crowd. The energy is electric.]
Minty: [Finally catching her breath, wiping her eyes] "The open bag?! That is the ultimate all-or-nothing move! My heart is actually racing for 12th-grade Yvonne right now. You were living on the edge!"
[Minty leans forward, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and genuine wonder.]
Yvonne: "I am not! [Laughing]"