it’s difficult to comprehend two things –– FIRSTLY, why someone of his obvious stature would willingly enter the premises &SECONDLY, why he would place a food order without a gun to his head. she’d grown accustomed to serving the same brand of beer ( bud light ) night after night, so his presence had most definitely thrown her off. LUCKILY enough, she’d educated herself on how to use the microwave. noise of derision will pass pursed lips at his offer ; knows the current state of the kitchen, wouldn’t put herself through the torture. ‘ this isn’t a soup kitchen, you wanna’ feed the less fortunate ? –– head two blocks over. ’
he frowns a little at her words, raising a brow. ❛ less fortunate? aren’t you a little ball of self esteem. ❜ it’s his turn to eye the nachos suspiciously this time – and truth be told, he’s clearly out of place. he pretends like he can’t see the stares he gets, why he’s sat at the bar on a stool he’s ninety nine percent sure is seconds from collapse, surrounding by – characters so much different from his own. ❛ … – is this the usual crowd? seem’s thrillin.❜
