John: That jacket suits you well.
Jane: You think so? Thanks.
John: Where’d you get it?
Jane: Oh, someone gave it to me as a present.
John: Nice. (and then looks at Jane waiting for a reply)
John: I was hoping you’d also compliment my jacket. You know, people give compliments to receive compliments.
Jane: Ah John, when will you stop joking around?
John: When I start telling the truth.
Jane: Another joke. Funny, John.
John: I think I better start now.
Jane: Start what?
John: By saying that I love you. I’ve always have, but I know you wouldn’t want to hear it being said to you, especially not from me..
John: I’m scared of you, Jane. I’m scared of this moment.. I’ve always pictured a great scene where I’d be able to tell you how I feel, wherein there would be a happy ending, but I-
Jane: John, I-
John: ..can’t seem to find the right moment. And I’m sure there won’t be a happy ending. I’m just me.
Jane: John, I love you too.
John: Wait what?
Jane: Stop being scared. I’m just me, too.
John: You- love me.. too?
Jane: Yes John. And I just realized now.
John: Jane, thank you.
Jane: No, thank you- for this jacket. It really does look good on me.