Upset, confused, angry. Cleopatra didn't understand why her partner wanted to do this. She'd heard her name called and turned around, her expression clearly upset as she stood on the sidewalk at night. Rain fell steadily around them.

"What?" she replied, her tone mixing anger with sadness. She watched her partner walk up to her and crossed her arms tightly before speaking. Honestly, she'd thought it was about embarrassment over a father, but now she saw the truth differently.

"I thought we did this whole thing, me acting different and other stuff because you were embarrassed of your dad, but now I get it! You're embarrassed of me," Cleopatra said, looking away. When her partner brought a hand to her cheek, she reluctantly made eye contact, revealing just how hurt she felt.

"Then why did you ask me to change?" Cleopatra asked, listening to the explanation that followed. When she heard the words 'I love you,' a spark of hope appeared in her eyes.

"Really?" she said, her expression beginning to soften. But that hope vanished when she noticed the earbud and realized the source of the words. "All those words were from Harriet? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she exclaimed as the rain continued to soak her clothes and hair.