kentackerman:
There was a long list of places that Kent new to avoid at specified times. He was better versed in certain people’s work schedules than they were because he didn’t want to run the risk of bumping into an awkward situation or stumble into a conversation he didn’t have the guts to own up to. Hell, he still couldn’t walk into Splittin’ Hairs after that time he cleaned out drug store of all the Aquanet so that he could make homemade flame-throwers and it nearly sent Lorraine into cardiac arrest. Bootleggers’ though– he was’t about to let one of his favorite places become tarnished and in the wide scope of failed relationships, Dani was one of the few that hadn’t left him bitter and petty over its ending.
He’d been eyeing up the menu as if he didn’t realize have it memorized. He recognized her voice before he even turned to see who was taking his order, as if that greeting wasn’t enough of a clue. In all honestly, he didn’t know the sections of the place, but he also didn’t want to put forth the effort of moving. “Yeah, but you’re the only one who remembers I like ranch instead of blue cheese, so I figured this was safer,” he explained, trying to smooth it over.
Her lip twitched at his response and Dani remembered why she found him cute in the first place, but fought her smile because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he almost got away with that one. “ And you can’t just tell them? A little extra air leavin’ your lungs to say that aint gonna kill you.” She sighed. As much as she wanted to be mad at him and justify being cold, Kent wasn’t a bad person. He was an airhead, sure, but not bad. At the time she wanted him to be the one because he was a nice person compared to other guys she’d dated, but maturity made her realize they weren’t compatible long term and that youth and immaturity had a huge part to play in their rise and downfall. Still, he was damn adorable, which was irritating.
Pulling out her pen and pad, she knew she wasn’t getting paid to chit-chat and that the manager would by keeping an eye on all the staff, seeing or was pushing the line of pleasant but brief conversation with patrons and those who weren’t doing their job. “What do you want, Kent? For lunch, I mean. I could question why you’re here at all when there are other places you could eat, but I feel like that’s obvious.” She sighed. In spite of her sudden need to be annoyingly healthy and throw shade at the food, Dani grew up on chicken wings and burgers and knew the call of them was stronger than most things. It was obvious that he wasn’t there to see her.















