“ soooo, here are your drinks, boys.” with a smooth motion of her hand, she placed the drinks on the table. during those few seconds, her gaze lingered on dean, who sat not too far from her, silently hoping, practically 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 for the slightest reaction from him. even +
Ever since that shit show that ironically occurred in this very place he’s been keeping his head down. That 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 broadcast on Fifth Line’s socials hadn’t helped in the matter. Hell, it made everyone curious the history between Davenport and him. Anyone who knows Dean,
anything else? more drinks? an appetizer? food?” her wandering eyes moved between the guys before eventually settling on dean. her brows lifted.
“ —- we’ve got some good mini sliders and fries tonight, if you want.” a simple shrug,” —half price.” all those words came out a +
her gaze remained fixed somewhere beyond the diner windows. saturday nights were usually her favorite. all the noise, the chaos, the endless stream of people coming and going. tonight, however, it all felt distant, muffled beneath the weight of her own thoughts. unfortunately, +
Stepping into Malone’s he knew there was a fifty percent chance that she’d be working a shift tonight. 𝐔𝐆𝐇. It might have been smart to just stay at the though or go anywhere but here. Leave it to him to suck at giving space. Even when he’s trying to dodge her he still
genuinely considered quitting on the spot. instead, she forced a smile that felt far more convincing than it actually was and wrapped her fingers around the tray. apparently, the universe had a twisted sense of humor. because tonight, it had decided she would be the one +