rileyyxkim:
“Nope,” Riley said, popping the P, “Thank god or there might be an actual fight. Everyone knows I’m the best nail tech at the spa so she’s shit out of luck.” Really, there was no competition. You want tiny flowers? Ombre? Gems? Hell yes, he’s got you. He was the king of self-care for a reason. “You’re the best, for real. I’d actually like to keep my job,” he said. Not that he’d be fired for any valid reason but enough skipping out and customer complaints and he’d probably end up teaching snowboarding. No thanks.
Riley cocked an eyebrow, surprised by what June had to say, “I didn’t think of that. My friend wasn’t even the one to initiate the well… line crossing so I guess you might have a point there.” Was it bad that June was making him feel hopeful? Well, of course, it’d be easy to fall for him, he was Riley Kim, but this was… different. He was really trying to keep his ego down this time and actually having feelings and just messing around wasn’t the same thing, obviously. “It wasn’t a choice but I guess my friend isn’t upset with that just… cautious. Damn, I’m getting jealous just thinking of it,” Riley chuckled, “I really hope it is perfect for them, Monica and Chandler style.”
“Anyway, enough of that. I’ll tell him what you said but I didn’t actually come here to talk about someone else. It’s June and Riley time, my other friend is just going to have to wait. So, what are you ordering? I don’t know about you but I’m so hungry I might actually die,” Riley lamented, picking up the menu and glancing over the options, “Last time I came here the chicken was drier than the Sahara desert so that’s a big nope.”
“speaking of, i’m thinking about getting a manicure soon,” june started, examining her hands, “when are you open? you’re literally the only person i can trust to do my nails.” when it came to spa treatments and getting herself professionally groomed, june was a picky client. it all started with a hair treatment appointment from a stylist she wasn’t familiar with that ended up in a nasty haircut.
whoever riley’s friend was, she was rooting for them. “isn’t that what they want? like i said, that has to mean something. that makes my point all the more relevant,” she nodded, pleased with herself, “i hope they get their happy ending.” june took the menu that lay abandoned on their table—how long have they been talking? her eyes quickly scanned through the different dishes, even though she already knew what to order. “i’m getting the lasagna, again. with garlic bread. maybe with a glass of shirley temple?” june liked consistency. anything that was out of her comfort zone freaked her out. fuck being adventurous. “take all the time you need.”
