Despite having dated off and on for four years, Noah's still oblivious to Elise's side hustles as a con artist and a master manipulator. With a resume of identity thefts from the old gardener across the street to the First Lady herself--this niña fresa has the FBI hot on her trail. And she's about to split the country and kiss her blue-collar boyfriend goodbye.

Where have you been all my life, Mandy? More importantly--where have your orange cinnamon rolls been all my life!?

NO! I would never do that to Noah. And I told you! I hated her! She maxed out Noah's credit card multiple times and took cash out of my register... I mean, I'm sorry for what happened to her, but I barely ever saw Noah when they were dating. And she was always like: (MIMICS A HIGH-PITCHED VOICE) "Javier doesn't understand me. He's always accusing me of lying. He never gives me a chance. Noah, Baby, you shouldn't spend so much time with him."