Kelly is out of her last class and on her way back to the dorm.

Dale left before she did and is already home.

He was met with the news that Sarah will be going to Lucky Palms after graduation. And she’s not going alone, Lauri is going with her.
Dale: Sarah, I understand your enthusiasm, but working for Terry is not a good idea.
Sarah: I think it is, the pay is great, and Lucky Palms looks like the ultimate fun.
Dale: Still, it’s not an environment for two girls alone and… Dale can’t finish the sentence cause Kelly has just walked in. Sarah breathes a sigh of relief.
Sarah: Yay, saved by the bell.

Dale: Kel, hi. How were your classes?
Kelly: They weren’t bad, but I’m so dead. Ballet is absolute torture; gym practice is a breeze in comparison.
On top of all that, I had to deal with two different guys bothering me; one follows me everywhere, the other calls me at all hours, at school, at the store, even when I’m driving.
Sarah: Sounds like a total nightmare.
Kelly: You have no idea.

Dale: Yeah, well, men are men, and you’re stunning, it’s only logical they follow you like flies… especially if you go to class wearing that neckline and a push-up bra.
Kelly: Wait, what? Did you just say what I think you said?
Sarah: Yes, he did.
Kelly: So if some horny guys pick on me all day, it’s my fault because of how I dress? Is that what you’re saying here, Dale Cho?

Dale: What…? Oh my god, no! I did not mean it that way.
Kelly: Really? Cause that’s exactly what it sounded like. You just blamed and shamed me for my choice of clothing.
Dale: I-I didn’t, I love the way you dress, I have absolutely no complaints about it, you know that babe.

Kelly: Alright, listen, I’m not a fan of push-up bras, okay? They’re tight, uncomfortable and suffocating, but my modeling job sometimes demands them, plus, I needed some support for my ballet class. There’s too much jumping and twirling going on there, the leotard and tights only hold up so much, If you ever took one of those classes, you’d know that. You can come with me next time and see for yourself.
Dale: Uh, thanks but I think I’ll pass.

Sarah: Sure he does, who’s ever seen a Neanderthal dance ballet?
Dale: *Sighs a bit exasperatedly*. Sarah, will you give us a break here, please?
Sarah: Okay, go about your business, I’m not here. But watch out, Kelly, there is a biiiig red flag waving here. Dale: No, there isn’t. Is it, Kel?
Kelly: I would not call it a red flag but – admit it’s weird to hear you talk like that, I mean, that isn’t you at all.

Dale: You’re right, that wasn’t me. I was jealous and upset with what you said about those two guys, and I just snapped. But it’s definitely not your fault being so beautiful, I can’t blame you for that, let alone shame you for how you dress. I’d never do that, I swear, baby.
Kelly: Dale… Relax, it’s okay, hon, I see now that you didn’t do it on purpose.
Dale: I didn’t. Now, if that guy on the phone keeps bugging you, just tell me, I’ll smash his face any day.

Kelly: Oh no, no, we said no more jealousy attacks and certainly not punching anyone.
Dale: Okay, I won’t punch him, I’ll just tell him to leave you alone. Who is he, it’s that Brian dude, right?
Kelly: Dale, it’s not important, I can handle it myself, okay?
Dale: Are you sure?
Kelly: Yes, I grew up on the streets too, remember? I know how to defend myself.

Dale: Ok, but if that guy or anyone else goes too far will you tell me?
Kelly: I will, don’t worry.
Dale: So you forgive me?
Kelly: Aww, of course I do, sweetie.
Dale: Thank you, babe.

A long, tender kiss washes away the whole misunderstanding. ❤️

Dale: And just to be clear, I don’t have any problem with the way you dress, okay?
Kelly: Thank you, honey. Still, I’m gonna take this uncomfortable thing off right now.
Dale: Do you need any help?
Kelly: Hm, I could use some, yeah.
Sarah: *From afar* You two, get a room already!

Dale and Kelly decided to take Sarah’s advice….

Lucky the “room” they got is only a few steps away. 😉

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