Thread:TheMaximumMatt/@comment-27264989-20190708051200/@comment-32807753-20190805231216

Lincoln: (being mature) We're sorry. We'll move out of the seat.

Lola: Lincoln! What are you- (Lincoln grabs her and walks away)

Lincoln: (whispering) Lola, please. I don't want you to start a commotion and get kicked out. And by the looks of that woman, it seemed like being the bigger person was the only way. Just... try to control yourself.

Lola: (breathes in) I'll try, but if anyone lays a finger on us- (blinks) I mean, okay.

Lincoln: Lola, look! There's some chairs over there.