His smile was enough to ease her fried nerves. It’d be okay. It’d all be okay. She walked over to the chair he had pulled, sitting in it and giving him a smile back, setting the bento on the desk and pointing. “Well, first, eat. I know you haven’t. It’s pork belly and rice.”

“That’s good,” she cooed, looking around his office before back to him with a softer look, reaching over and tucking one of his curls behind his ear. “Um, I came here for something else other than making sure you ate, actually.”

you ever killed your own vibe by remembering

I dont even fuck around and I still be finding out

how it feels to go back to liking your old interests