@spidermac ::: julian x jane
"jeez, you're pretty." behind him, an old woman loudly, rudely, borderline aggressively clears her throat. julian is not sure how long he's been standing at the front of the line for, but he's sure he noticed the girl behind the cash register like you'd notice a freight train: right smack in the face. "shit," he mutters, then squints his eyes up at the menu like he didn't already know what he wanted before he even walked in the door. "can i get, uhh, the mcdonaldland meal with the quarter pounder please?"











