[He might not know her, but she knows him well enough that rather than pointing out that that's dumb and he should know better than to believe in coincidences this big, she just shoots him a look over his sunglasses. Then she opens the journal, laying it out for him to see as well.]
See? This is obviously us. Being--
[Her eyes catch a few sentences and she slams the book shut.]
no subject
See? This is obviously us. Being--
[Her eyes catch a few sentences and she slams the book shut.]
Never mind. Bad journal.