‍ ‍𝕮h͟r͟ı͟stine.

thanks, i owe you one, my dude. (gladly taking the joint)

…. weed would help …

it was horrible and i nearly die. don’t do that to yourself

@forscoobysnacks you want some?

making a soy sauce bread bowl tonight!!! happy thursday

good afternoon

be hella smooth.”

from her pocket, scribbling something down before she hands him the piece of paper. “that’s my number. when you get out of work, maybe hit me up so we can talk without pissing off everyone else in the line? we’ll order a whole menu and

squints for a moment. now his attitude definitely amuses her enough. “okay then, smooth guy…” frowns, one single eyebrow raised as she curls her lips into a discreet smile. “you could have led with that.” chris pulls her little notebook

jax, right. (she’s pressing a tissue on her nose, head nodding briefly.) christine. chris.

she frowns, shrugging unconcerned. “huh, yeah dude… i will devour it.” chris crosses her arms over her chest. “do you ask this to all the costumers?”

it’s a cool look. (words are indifferent, but she shrugs and puts her hands on her pockets) anyway, nice meeting you, person that refuses to tell me their name.

hm, if you say so. (she wipes her nose with the back of her hand and squints) you look like shit.

well, you could’ve thought of me as a menace, rather than a girl or a woman. but whatever. (shrugs, and she pulls a paper tissue from her bag to give to him) huh, what’s your name?

huh, but that was cool.

(her head flings back with the punch, tasting something warm and metallic on her lips. her hand moves to her mouth and she traces the blood back to the source, pinching the bridge of her nose) i can tell you didn’t give it your all.

oh, thanks! (a smile) my cousin taught me jiu jitsu when i was… whatever. your turn. (blinking confused a few times before she closes her eyes)

(a long sigh) alright then (it’s a tough punch this time. her knuckles right at the bridge of his nose)

yes i can. i have a brother … (eye roll) in the face?