“hey, i like to work too! just, like, not an office job or whatever.” beckley tells him, letting a laugh fall from his lips. “i don’t have my car, so i don’t really care. just, like, a grocery store or whatever, it doesn’t really matter. wherever tea is sold. beckley or beck, doesn’t matter.” he states, awkwardly shaking the other’s hand ( it was a bit too formal for him ).
❛ okay, luckily for us, i brought my car with me. ❜ he tossed beckley the keys. ❛ could you drive ? i’m afraid, with my exhaustion, i might crash as straight into heaven — that is if you don’t mind. ❜