@roundelay said : “you did this? for me?”
❝ yeah! yeah, of course! i mean – y'know, mrs. nguyen, she owes me. my being here, my business? brings her more business. so, don't worry about a thing. this is all on the level, as they say. but, uh... oh, ❞ jimmy claps, holds up an index finger on each hand as he moves to the setup, pulling one of the chairs from the table. ❝ sit, sit! take a load off! god knows hamlin's working you down to the bone – bet he doesn't even give you a full hour for lunch, huh? what a jerkoff. ❞ latter bit is muttered to himself, a small huff of a laugh follows. once kim is sat he circles the table, sitting in the chair opposite her. jimmy smoothes out his tie, brushes his hair back, crosses his arms over the table, and smiles.
❝ so, ms. wexler, your menu for tonight includes – ❞ only now does he lift the lid off of the tray sat between them, revealing a neat pile of plain hot dogs, along with a single to-go container and a few packets of various condiments. ❝ and... you know, we’ve got relish, mustard, ketchup – a classic – and they even threw in some chili for these dogs, free of charge! i tell ya, the dog house – their strategy for customer retention, it’s certainly working on me! ❞ his hands wave wildly as he speaks, gesturing to the food on the table, maneuvering vaguely before coming to rest flat on the tabletop. he sighs.
❝ kim, you... inspired me to become a lawyer. i mean, you always believed in me, you were so excited – maybe more excited than i was – when i passed the bar, you’ve always had my back, you... well, anyways. call this my feeble attempt of a thank you – a small portion of the payback i owe you. the rest to come when i get out of this dump. but, for now, ❞ jimmy clears his throat and raises his cup ( plastic, filled with customer-reserved cucumber water ). ❝ to the best hhm has to offer. ❞