desert all your past lives - jake at adri!
Adri blinks, squinting quizzically at Jake over a cup of hot coffee. “What does dessert have to do with this? Are you craving pastries or something,” she continues on, undeterred. Sometimes, rather a lot of times, once Adri’s off, she’s impossible to stop, mouth moving a mile a minute. “Why didn’t you just buy one? You got all that muscle, have a little fun. Live a little. Eat some chocolate!”






