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@kenmathieson
What the fuck is with this town and assuming I’m staring. I walked in, looked for a fucking second, and then you asked me. To which I continued looking, because you asked me a question. I clearly walked into the wrong office dude.
“...Right. Well, I was in a decent mood but you’ve just gone and made it foul, so before I go against restaurant policy and take action against a customer, I suggest you either tell me what you’d like or leave.”
“Because you know how to behave yourself. Ken, I’ll do anything. It’s for my business.”
“Repeating that it’s for your business isn’t helping your case. I’ll think about i- No.”
“If you have such a problem, maybe you should’ve driven in the first place, princess.”
“I would’ve if I could have pried your hands off the steering wheel.”
I would hope you could, otherwise you’d be pretty boring.
“The general consensus is quite the opposite, I assure you.”
Now doesn’t that sound like a fascinating conversation to share with someone you’ve just met? I don’t know how you’re not jumping at the chance to have it. But somehow, I understand, so don’t sweat it.
“Pretty sure I can handle plenty more interesting topics myself, thanks very much.”
Shrugging his comment off about Sally, he scratched the back of his head, taking another shot before he could really answer. “Well, I’m still boxing all of her things at the townhouse, so you can pretty much imagine how that’s been. Thinking about putting the place up for sale since living there along isn’t doing me any good. Beats having my sisters or my mom do it, though. For sure, I would have real problems then.”
“Hm. So what’ll you do with her things?” Ken’s tone was light - it was a delicate subject, he knew, and he wouldn’t tread too much into it if he could help it. Familial matters as such were always an awkward situation, and while he’d bend over backwards to help one from his handful of friends, he didn’t want to be the one to cause upset. Not like this, in any case.
“…Then why the fuck did you ask me if I wanted anything?”
“Because you wandered in to the door of my office and stared at me? Because I work here and I’m meant to send you to people who can help you?”
“I’m not sure what you want in an answer.”
“Look, just find out where we are and tell me which direction I need to drive.”
“Keep straight and keep quiet - I’ll put the address into my phone like you should’ve done in the first place.”
“No, it’s not that. Basically, I want to expand my business and, the person interested is very family orientated, likes couples.”
“And you mean to say that, out of all the people in Lakewood, you chose me. Flattering.”
“But ridiculous, so still a no.”
“I owe you for staying out of my own home?”
“Your parents’ home, you mean - they’re letting me stay, not you. Remember?”
“You’re just the sod who has to deal with it.”
“When I walked in the hostess wasn’t there, I just assumed it meant she was already seating someone else, but I did wait a little and still haven’t seen her. Maybe she went on break, I’m not sure, I can always check back now, or ask another staff member though.”
“I’d do that - people don’t go on lunch breaks here without leaving someone in their stead else they’ll find themselves in deep shit, courtesy of me complaining. I’ll find someone.”
I could tell you why I do it, but I can’t speak for everyone else. The right? Okay, thanks.
“You could, but that would mean me setting aside work to have a proper conversation about takeout.”
“No problem.”
“I didn’t know you worked here. Fine… I’ll do just that.”
“And now you do. Full of good ideas, aren’t you? Act on that and get going.”
“Sally is a rose. You seem to be the type that’s into calla lilies. The more the bud shows, the better access. I get it.” It was a horrible joke, but Ken was someone he could playfully sass with, unlike many others in town. Shrugging it off, he continued to explain. “Look, I know I should have probably given it a few days, but I needed this. I needed this and I hope you can forgive me… I just,” he paused, tone lowering slightly. “Needed to be away from my house for now.”
“A rose,” Ken deadpanned, face showing Nic exactly what he thought of the sentiment. “Well, I didn’t know I was into flora, Nic, but thank you for letting me know,” he quipped, mouth quirking into a wry smile. The smile soon dropped into a small sigh, however, and he nodded, acquiescing. “It’s fine, it’s fine - don’t worry about it. That’s what coffee’s for anyway. How bad are things at home?”
“I was passing by. I work down the street remember? You cannot make me feel bad about myself being prompt rather than lazy.”
“Fine — I won’t.”
“I can if it means the difference between seeing you in person and not having to.”
“There we go. Fine, I’ll clear out for the night but you owe me one.”
“Ken! Please. We only need to walk in together and then, the rest of the time – you can head towards the free bar and I’ll just chat to people. Please, please, please!”
“Not happening - I can do that on my own anyway.”
“Why d’you need a fake boyfriend anyway? Pulled something weird again, did you?”
“God I hate you.”
“Mhm - of course you do.”