“Are you wearing my shirt?” // “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” // eleauggie
“Are you wearing my shirt?” Eleanor raised her eyebrows as she heard the front door close, followed by Auggie’s question. She turned around in the kitchen to see him and smiled sheepishly, “All mine are in the wash.. You don’t mind, do you?” She giggles as he walked towards her and they met half way. Eleanor slid her hands down his chest with a teasing smirk, “Besides, I think it looks better on me, anyways.”
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Eleanor fought a roll of her eyes as Auggie’s voice rang through her ears, a definite smugness in his tone. “No,” she lied, turning around to look at him behind the bar. She grinned and shrugged her shoulders, “Why would I be jealous? You may be serving her flirty ass drinks, but you’re sleeping with me. I have no reason to be jealous,” she smirked before turning back around to wait on her tables.