S: I didn't see you. (Standin' & wathcin')
H: OK... Me too. (Confused)
S: We have to talk. (What the fuck are you doing here)
H: OK. (Whatever)
S: ?!(When)
H: OK! Now? (What's the difference!?)
...
H: Look, you don't have to say what you did - I already know. (Am I Stupid?)
S: I just want you to know, that the problem isn't in you.
H: OK. (Yeah, it's in me, and Sasho Roman isn't a folk singer)
H: The thing i hated was that you are here and you didn't call. (Why am i even talking to you?)
S: But I didn't go out. (I'm moovin on and you do what you want)
H: Cool, whatever, I think we have nothing else to say. (Just fuck off)
S: Friends? (Givin' hand)
H: (?!) "Friends.." (Shakin' S's hand) (What the hell do you think? Friends... Yeah, right... What goes around comes back around...)
(H turned around and went inside, S followed him)