“This is hungry work.”
hozier.
the burrito hovers by her mouth as she tries to–––like, chew, but not chew. it turns into this weird thing with her face, and it overall backfires. eliza feels KIND OF bad, because it looks like he’s actually doing some sort of work, whereas…she’s just sitting there, scrolling through instagram and eating some chipotle.
lips press together as she swallows. there’s soft red lipstick staining the foil wrapper but she holds it out anyway, wiggles it a bit. it’s probably kind of weird to offer someone a burrito right from your hands, but––––
‘ want some?












