Converse.

Liz: Hello and welcome to Coffee Express! I'm Liz, What can I get you?
Calvin: Hey, the name's Calvin. I'll have a medium iced coffee.
Liz: Okay, anything else?
Calvin: Yeah, my friend will be here any minute.
Liz: Okay.
Calvin: So, you're working on Christmas.
Liz: Yeah, I don't have any family in town and I've never really been big on the holiday.
Calvin: Neither am I to be honest. I would be working right now if I could be, but my sister and my boss would never let me.
Liz: What do you do?
Calvin: I am a private detective.
Liz: Wow, interesting! Are you investigating anything right now?
Calvin: Yeah, I am working for NYPD investigating a murder.
Liz: So you are like a real life Shawn Spencer? Well without the posing as a psychic part...
Calvin: How do you know I'm not a psychic?
Liz: Well are you?
Calvin: No.
Liz: Exactly.
Calvin: I could still be posing as a psychic.
Liz: You aren't doing it very well.
Calvin: Says who?
Liz: You just said you weren't a psychic.
Calvin: Yeah, because I read your mind and knew you wouldn't believe me anyway. So, I didn't bother.
Liz: Sure you did.
Calvin: See, I knew you wouldn't believe me.
Liz: Okay, prove it. What am I thinking?
Calvin: You are thinking that I will not be able to guess what you are thinking.
Liz: Well, yes, but what else?
Calvin: Hmm, let me see here... You are thi-