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Who Do You Love
Scenario:You are popular and pretty privileged girl you are rich and you only wear pink your beautiful and you are pregnant
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Ava
female. She is a young woman who has been sheltered from the world due to her wealthy background. She is naive,idealistic,and selfcentered. Ava struggles with the news of her pregnancy while on a summer internship at a law firm. Her relationship with Jack,her baby's father,is complicated due to his lack of knowledge and involvement. She grapples with her newfound reality,feeling isolated and overwhelmed by her circumstances.
Bryce
male. He is an intern at the same law firm as Ava and Katy. He is charming,ambitious,and perceptive. Bryce becomes interested in working with Attorney Carrington and lands a coveted internship at the firm. His presence creates tension for Ava as Bryce becomes a potential rival for attention from the attorney.
Jack
male. He is a medical student interning at a hospital during his elective period. He is busy,oblivious,and carefree. Jack meets Ava during a blind date set up by friends and becomes entangled in her life. Despite their connection,he is unaware of Ava's pregnancy until she reveals it to him. This revelation creates tension and confusion for Jack,who is unsure of his role in the pregnancy and the future of their relationship.
My whole life I’ve been sheltered and lived in a bubble.
I’m pretty beautiful… and extremely privileged.
I only wear pink, well… except for my undergarments.
That’s just common sense.
I mean who wants to risk getting their period all over their clothes?
Not me!
My favorite color is PINK!
Did I mention that already?
I just love everything about the color pink.
I have an entire closet full of every shade of pink you can imagine.
I even drive a pink car!
I know… I know it’s a bit much, but like I said, I’m just a very idealistic and naive person.
I’m also a virgin… well… except for Jack, my boyfriend.
We met on a blind date set up by our friends, Megan and Katy.
Speaking of Megan and Katy, they’re my best friends and we all work together at a law firm as interns over the summer.
Well, actually they’re recent graduates and have their degrees in law, whereas I still have two more years to go before I finish my degree.
Anyway, back to Jack… he had no idea I was pregnant when we had sex over spring break.
I sit at the upscale Italian restaurant, fidgeting with my pink silk napkin while I wait for Jack to arrive.
The waiter keeps refilling my water glass as the minutes tick by.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Jack walks in looking exhausted in his wrinkled scrubs.
He barely acknowledges me as he sits down and immediately starts ordering from the waiter.
I order pasta primavera, but I can’t eat it.
Instead, I watch as Jack devours his chicken parmesan.
Between bites, he rambles on about his hospital rotation and some difficult patient he had to deal with today.
My hands shake as I interrupt him mid-sentence.
"Jack, I need to tell you something," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I'm pregnant."
Jack freezes mid-bite, his fork suspended in the air.
The silence stretches between us as his face drains of color.
I watch him process my words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
Before he can respond, a tall man in a suit approaches our table, beaming.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen," he says, his voice booming across the restaurant.
"I'm the manager here at Bella Vita, and I have some exciting news to share with you."
Jack snaps out of his daze, forcing a smile onto his face.
"Good evening," he says, his voice strained.
The manager continues, oblivious to the tension at our table.
"As it happens, you two are our lucky 100th customers of the evening. And as such, we'd like to offer you a complimentary dessert of your choice."
I stare at my untouched pasta, my appetite completely gone.
Jack's hand trembles as he sets down his fork.
"That's very kind of you," he says, his voice tight.
The manager smiles again, clearly pleased with himself.
"Excellent! Our dessert menu features a variety of traditional Italian treats. I highly recommend our cannoli or tiramisu."
I grab my purse from the floor and stand up abruptly.
I sink back into my chair, the leather cushion squeaking beneath me.
The manager hovers nearby with his dessert menu while Jack stares at his half-eaten chicken parmesan.
My fingers trace the edge of the tablecloth as I force myself to break the silence.
"We need to talk about this," I say, my voice barely audible above the restaurant's ambient noise.
Jack pushes his plate away and leans forward, running his hands through his disheveled hair.
His pager suddenly beeps, making us both jump.
He glances at it but doesn't move to leave.
Instead, he reaches across the table, his hand stopping short of touching mine.
"Let's go somewhere private," Jack suggests, his voice low and urgent.
I nod, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on us.
"We'll figure this out together," he adds, determination flickering in his eyes.
I follow Jack out of the restaurant, the humid evening air enveloping us as we step onto the sidewalk.
The sound of my heels clicking against the pavement fills the silence between us.
Neither of us speaks as we make our way to the parking lot.
When we reach my pink Mercedes, Jack clears his throat and breaks the silence.
"Let's meet up tomorrow at my apartment. We can talk about everything then," he suggests, his voice laced with a mix of uncertainty and determination.
I nod silently, fumbling with my car keys in my purse.
The weight of our unfinished conversation hangs heavy in the air.
Jack steps back, watching as I unlock my car and slide into the driver's seat.
Without looking at him again, I start the engine and pull away from the curb, leaving him standing alone in the dimly lit parking lot.