Walking home at the end of the workday, I passed by a couple of guys, and over-heard the following monologue from one of them, which seemed script-worthy, so I kept it in mind and wrote it down as soon as I got home:
"I was immediately head over heels, and I was like, oh no, this is going to disrupt my sleep. But luckily, I didn't have to pursue her, she pursued me. I met her on Friday. She texted me on Saturday. I texted her back on Sunday. On Monday ... "
But at this point I was too far past them to hear whatever came next. Anyway, it's Wednesday.