❝ So Suzy, you get hit on often? ❞ It was a weird question but as she was about to find out, Zell was a very unpredictable person.

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❝ You wish. ❞ He managed to spurt out in between his sips. After finishing the final can he crushed it flat on the table in front of him, leaning back after with his hands up and behind his head. ❝ So who are you? I’m Zell, if that’s makes you a bit more comfortable. ❞

Sums him up well.

❝ Don’t even sweat it. Let me get your number and we’re all good. ❞ The said shirt was removed, the stranger now standing there shirtless. The burn marks from the coffee slowly healed in front of her, him smirking as he watched almost gleefully.

He’s a character. Half the shit he does is off instinct. ❝ No, but if it did impress you I totally meant to. ❞

Stares at the moon wondering if 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐀. is still alive.

❝ Have a grape I can put with this? ❞

❝ This blows.. ❞

❝ I don’t care as long as you’re not being annoying. ❞

Gives her a tissue to blow out all her nasty ass boogers.

Is @bluedevourer an alien or something? Poke.

So what is he? Zell will be sure to remember that. Fingers to himself.

❝ So who are you? ❞

❝ What the fuck dude? I don’t want this. ❞ Flings it back at her hopefully making it get stuck somewhere on her clothing.

❝ I think you owe me now though. I’ll take your name and number as compensation. ❞ Hands over his phone.