âProps to you,â he grinned, leaning back as she took his plates away from him. Living in Portland, it wasnât incredibly hard for him to find vegan options, which was definitely a blessing considering he didnât cook much. Well, more like he couldnât cook much since heâd never really learned the craft other than some pasta and frozen dinners. âThatâs sick, dude. How old are you, though, for real? âCause you donât look much older than twenty, and Iâm trying to figure out how the hell you have this shit together so tight,â he raised his eyebrows.
Jojo laughed at the maleâs question, dipping her head to one side in sort of a shrug, a smile playing on her lips. It wasnât an uncommon question for people to ask - she was young, after all, and people couldnât help but wonder how she had gotten this place set up so successfully. âIâm twenty-five, but youâre not alone in that assumption. I still get carded every place I go,â she explained jokingly, passing the dirty plates off to a support staff member that was walking by. She got more enjoyment out of actually socializing with her clientele than staying behind the seasons, which as the owner was luckily something she could indulge. âI got married young and divorced almost younger with how quickly that turned around. And I put my settlement to good use - something I was actually passionate about, which I canât say applies to the short lived marriage,â she said, letting out another laugh as she explained, waving a hand around at the bistro as she spoke.Â