Clarissa: Ugh. Leave it to you to go there. Rolling eyes emoji.
Troy: My bad. Thanks for sharing the video. Our poor kid.
Clarissa: It’s so sad. I hate laughing at him, but it’s hysterical. Have you watched his others?
Troy: Yeah, it’s crazy how outspoken he is and totally different when he’s not on camera.
Clarissa: You think that’s something to be concerned about?
It hits me. She’s asking for advice or at least asking for my say about his well-being. It’s something.
Troy: Maybe he’s just more comfortable expressing himself on camera. I was shy when I was his age up until high school.
Clarissa: I can’t imagine that. Like at all.
Troy: It’s the truth. It might surprise you to know I had confidence issues. What about you?
Clarissa: I’m a pretty good dancer. I was on the drill team for a few years and then got bored. I had a healthy confidence growing up.
Clarissa: You there?
Troy: Trying not to picture you in tiny shorts kicking your legs up.
Clarissa: How’s that going?
Troy: I’m sporting a semi in the UPS break room, and I’m not alone.
Clarissa: You’re such a man.
Troy: Thank you. Want to send me a video of an old routine?
Clarissa: Goodnight.
Troy: Don’t go. I’ll behave.
Clarissa: I have to be up in three hours to teach American youth.
Troy: Do you like teaching?
Clarissa: Love it, but this level is hard. Hard to keep them interested.
Troy: I bet you’re a fantastic teacher. If I were your student, I’d sit up front.
Clarissa: Uh huh.
Troy: I would sharpen all your pencils for you.
Clarissa: Bang my erasers too?
Troy: Yep. Bring you an apple a day.
Clarissa: I hate apples.
Troy: How un-American.
Clarissa: Deal with it.
Troy: So, do you want me to try and teach him?