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sheepishly smile, itching behind her neck.
“ oh. i’m sorry.. have you ever had cherry pie? “
she asked as she took his arm, holding as she began to walk.
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her cheeks burned a nice rosy color. she seemed to be very frazzled at that. she tucked a piece of stray hair back and quickly wrote his order down.
“ .. thank you Dr.. uhm. two ? are you expecting someone ? “
joey hummed at the two caramel lattes , tapping her notepad .
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her mouth went in a little ‘o’ . she fell backwards in the wall and pouted her lips.
“ … not good enough. why is it eight chester. do tell me. “
joey huffed out when she sat up straight, putting the cookie to his lips again. in case he wants another bite.
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.̲.̲.̲ once again 、looking at her like she’s a nutcase 、gaze darting between joey 𖬺 the screen —— struggling with which to prioritise.
then 、 he finally relents 𖬺 takes a skeptical bite. huh .̲.̲ better than he expected.
“eight.” still chewing 、still playing.
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“ what i want..? how about you rate them 1-10? yeah! “
she smiled and picked up the cookie , holding it close to his mouth. her hand underneath to catch any crumbs.
“ ahhh ? “
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“why? what do you 𝔀ant?” people didn’t just 𝓰ive things to chester 、 not without wanting test answers or something in return. he’d seen joey hanging out with people like eden 𖬺 lauren 、which didn’t bode well 、so he paid little attention to her. justifiably suspicious.
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“ nope, i’m giving it to you. it’s chocolate chip. “
she hums as she tilted her head, chester must be really good at math then. lightly wiping the crumbs off her shirt sheepishly.
“ i didn’t want to just shove it in your mouth. “
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he’s playing a game 、 though what’s on screen is borderline indecipherable —— something math-based that he’s blowing through with terrifying ease.
“do i look like a table?” .̲.̲ didn’t mean to come out standoffish. he’s concentrating.
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joey just doesn’t like to be alone. she’ll sit next to anyone as long as they aren’t like .. harmful. or something. her eyes gaze to his phone as she gently placed a cookie upon his leg.
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.̲.̲.̲ side-eyeing her like she’s clinically insane 、but not protesting her decision to sit there. it’s a free country .̲.̲ or school .̲.̲ or whatever. he lets his attention drift back to his phone after a moment 𖬺 silently prays she doesn’t start talking to him.
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that somehow helped her, feeling the cold touch of the others nimble fingers. her eyes glanced away as she shrugged her shoulders .
“ …i don’t know “
she lies quietly , joey wouldn’t tell that to her face. she felt guilty now… why would she think like that of her
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hand over, palm upward, bandage on display. she eyes it curiously, a tongue swiping against bottom lip as that smell hits her once more.
“ why are you shaking? does it hurt? ”
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oh .. the embodiment of kindness and sunshine is plopping down next to him. she was pulling out a small bag of cookies out her bag. silently munching on them.
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