Amber ask Shayla for help in getting Davit back — You Won’t Believe Her Plan! 😳
[Scene: Shayla’s living room. Soft music playing in the background. Shayla’s folding clothes when Amber suddenly walks in, pacing back and forth.]
Shayla: Amber… what’s going on? You look like you just caught somebody cheating again.
Amber: Girl, I might as well have! Davit’s out here acting like he forgot who helped him get back on his feet.
Shayla: Wait, Davit? I thought you said you were done with him. You even blocked him on everything!
Amber: Oh, I did. But blocking somebody don’t mean you stop caring. You know how it is. Sometimes you gotta disappear to make them remember your worth.
Shayla: Sounds like you disappeared and he remembered someone else’s worth.
Amber: [gives her a look] Okay, first of all, that’s rude. Second of all, he’s been talking to that little fitness girl — what’s her name? Tasha, the one who wear gym clothes to brunch.
Shayla: The one who thinks protein powder is a personality trait? Yeah, I know her.
Amber: Exactly. I can’t compete with that… at least not the normal way.
Shayla: Oh, Lord. I can hear the crazy in your voice already. What’s the plan, Amber?
Amber: I need your help. You’re the only one who can pull this off.
Shayla: Me? Oh no. Every time you say that, I end up in the middle of something dramatic.
Amber: No drama this time. Just strategy. See, Davit’s weakness is routine. He likes comfort, familiarity, and women who don’t stress him out.
Shayla: Then why’s he with Tasha? She stresses me out and I just follow her on Instagram.
Amber: Because she’s temporary. I’m the classic. He just got distracted by a trend. So here’s the plan — we stage a “chance” encounter. You’ll invite him to that business mixer next Friday.
Shayla: Wait… you want me to invite your ex to a mixer?
Amber: Exactly. But you won’t tell him I’m coming. I’ll walk in halfway through, acting like I didn’t know he’d be there. He’ll see me looking good, calm, and unbothered — that’s the key word, unbothered.
Shayla: So you want to emotionally ambush this man with good hair and perfume?
Amber: Pretty much. Then I’ll slide in a little conversation — not too deep, just enough to remind him what peace felt like.
Shayla: Peace? Girl, you set his car alarm off with a remote once.
Amber: That was old me! This is elevated Amber. I’m healed… and strategic.
Shayla: So what happens after your little “coincidence”?
Amber: I leave first. No begging, no extra talk. Just a smile and walk away. Men can’t handle mystery, Shayla. You gotta let them chase the version of you they thought they lost.
Shayla: I don’t know, Amber… this sounds like a setup for chaos.
Amber: Oh, it’s a setup, alright — for his heart to remember who it belongs to.
Shayla: Mmm-hmm. Just make sure this plan doesn’t turn into another headline: “Amber Strikes Again.”
Amber: Please. This time, the only thing I’m breaking is his silence.