J: I've been seeing someone, and I guess I should've told you. I didn't mean it to turn into anything, but it has.
Lark: So it's real, huh? Hm. Does she even know what you do?
J: What do you mean?
Lark: I don't know. What version of you is she getting? What, the clean-cut college boy? Or maybe just a hint of the underprivileged kid sob story, I don't know which one.
J: Lark, you don't know me.
Lark: Yeah, that much is clear.