Apr 20, 2015
“Well then.”
Here they were. Somehow. Sitting at a shared table of a cheap fast food chain restaurant. “Thanks for the treat.” Not that it was entirely his decision. Enough pushing and a little bit of persistence - which she had more than enough of - and he’d part with those few bucks for a milkshake and a burger.
Her elbows resting on the surface, slouched over with her chin placed in her palms she started chewing on the straw, watching him closely. “What now.” Not really her place to ask, since it may or may not have been entirely her doing that they found themselves in this exact situation right now.
“What does someone like you do when they get bored anyways? Glare at people? Complain? A nice stroll on the beach?”
