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⟢ ꧁༒☬ A͢n͢g͢e͢l͢i͢q͢u͢e͢ J͢u͢s͢t͢i͢n͢e͢ E͢v͢a͢n͢s͢ ☬༒꧂ ⟢

His holiday break starts now. Find him at the bar.

“Well I was fighting the urge to… health consciousness and all that.”

A slow sip of coffee, followed by a satisfied exhale over the dark, nutty holiday blend. “… Alright who wants to make out?”

“No. I always want to.” Another sip.

“… Oh! I’ve been looking for gloves just like these.” That wasn’t true, as he spotted a leather pair on the rack. But even with age and angst his soul remained heroic, and his skill of tactical perception realized her disappointment. “I’ll take ‘em.”

Hey alright, next one’s on him.

“You’re a super good sales person.” He removed the gloves, tucked them into his jacket pocket then perched the shades on his shirt collar. As a trade off, he placed his card on the counter for payment. “I’ll grab you a coffee sometime if you really wanna help me test ‘em out.”

“That was always the plan, Fliss.”

Sunday Funday.

“Miss me?”

“Just askin’…” Although he was hoping to hear it.

Chernobird.

It’s like Chernobyl… but with bird.