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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 as it goes down but the warmth it brings his body outshines it. he fishes into his pocket and shoots over a ten dollar bill. his eyebrows raise while she goes through what she believes should’ve been the beginning of their interaction and he grins. ❛ hi jina, how are you doing? how was your shift? any nuisances? ❜ although he’s late to ask, he’s genuinely curious. it’s been a while since he’d been around her, or anybody else for that matter, and he was slightly embarrassed by his lack of appearance in his friends’ lives. ❛ hm, here’s fine. spent too many days holed up in my apartment already. also, if you’re gonna hit me over the head today, i’m gonna need witnesses. ❜
she shoots him an exasperated look. “i’m alright, only nuisance was someone who didn’t know the difference between a white russian and a moscow mule,” jina shook her head, silently chastising herself for letting herself complaint in while she was on shift. though if she were honest with herself, the shift had dragged longer than necessary. there was maybe one... two other people still lingering around, and her coworker for the day could take care of their tabs without her help. she refocused on finn, his comment drawing a half smile to her face. “if i hit you over the head, it’s because you weren’t paying attention, and everyone will know it. what have you been doing in your apartment? working on something?”
