esmechenn·:
“I never expected us to have the same taste in women. If things don’t work out with her, then I’d be glad to set you two up. Maybe then you can ride in her side car or even better, on the back of hers,” They teased, grinning from ear to ear. Esme quickly swiped right on the woman, trying her luck and watching as the bight blue “It’s a Match!” notification to popped up on her screen.
“This job doesn’t pay nearly as much as I would need for a bike. At least, not a good one.”
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“I’m alright with that, can’t say I’m too picky,” he admitted with a laugh. He’d never had much of a ‘type’, if he liked someone he liked them, didn’t matter hair color or size, nothing of the sort. Of course, he hadn’t really liked anyone since his ex, and he didn’t think he’d ever like someone so much again. So maybe he did have a type. One specific person.
“That’s true, inn’it? We all deserve a raise for what we put up with here. Maybe she does have a sidecar.”
