You're Single, Right? || Chrissy & Barrel
Another dance. Another date. Not that Vanessa hadn't been, well, great, but Barrel was fairly sure something was up with her and Zane. Well, at least on Zane's side. He hadn't actually told Zane they'd kinda-sorta-not-really 'dated', but he'd seen Zane's sketch of Vannie. And, well, bros were bros, right? Which left him lost on who to ask. Sure, he could go alone, but committing crimes was better with a alibi. Plus it was fun dragging someone else along. The question was who?
Barrel lent against the counter of the bakery, chin resting in the palm of his hand in thought. He was here often enough. Not enough to know people by name, but enough to remember a face. When the girl behind the counter came to serve him, he eyed her curiously, head raising. "Two mini bee sting cake, please," he replied cheerfully, thinking it over. She was about his age, right? And fairly good looking. Waiting for her, he casually lent against the counter attempting his most charming smile. "Quick question: you're single, right?"