her wonderment is endearing. his food truck isn’t something that he considers impressive, but every now and then someone is reminding him that it actually is. today, that someone is anne. a pleasant smile keeps his features bright as he flips the last few burgers of the day. like clockwork they are constructed and served to the respective customers. then, he’s leaning forward on the counter to glance down at the brunette. “ you can be my last customer of the day if you wanna be. ” max is tired anyway and he’s made more than enough money through the lunch rush that he doesn’t mind closing up shop. “ come to the back, i’ll let you in. ” and with that, steps are taken to unlock the back door of the truck. happy expression still apparent. “ how come i haven’t seen you around here before? you grabbing grub from other food trucks? ”
it might seem simple, the whole food truck thing, but she’s always found the simple things fascinating. with a life that has been nothing but chaos, the small things are something she basks in when she can. a part of her wishes he wasn’t working part time in a doctor’s office as a receptionist, the other half bartending ; she wishes she could have her own food truck, even if she can’t necessarily cook.. brian can’t really cook, either, but he can grill. she’s sure she could convince him to do it somehow. she could just be the pretty face behind the counter, the one that takes the orders and greets the people. she’s always been more of a people person than him, anyway. ❝ oh, i definitely wanna be, ❞ she comments, smile spreading across her lips. she’s excited at his suggestion, shown in the way she hops when he moves to walk away, and she rounds the truck to where he’s opened the door. eyes fill with an expression that’s nothing short of amazement and wonder ; he should feel proud of himself, she thinks-- it doesn’t seem like any easy task to do anything anymore, and this is impressive. she glances around until she finally finds his gaze, scoffing, ❝ you know it. didn’t you know it, max? you’re not the only food truck i’m seeing, ❞ spoken dramatically, she flips her hair over her shoulder in an act of dramatic effect when she slips past him, farther exploring the inside. turning on her heels, she finally grants him her full attention. ❝ honestly? i just don’t come around this part of town often. but i had a few errands to run, and brian wanted these god-awful cigarettes that i can only get at this shitty little hole-in-the-wall shop downtown, so. he has the taste of a thirteen year old prepubescent boy who’s just had his first cigarette. ❞
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