laughing, she peels back saran wrap and using her practiced skills to count her inventory — only for her mental count to be disrupted. “ if it’s such an easy job, you could just get started… unless you’re struggling, ” she teased, nudging him.

mhmmmm… right.

“ if you need anything to successfully finish your mission, let me know. ” she hummed out in thought as fingers seemed to thumb through the cupcakes inches above the treats. “ god, forty used to have such a terrible memory when he did inventory, ” she chuckled at the memory.

ㅤ modern day casanova with a 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 twist . ㅤ

/ hey… hey… how y’all doin…

we’re just dropping all subtext now, huh?

you can’t even pretend to behave? for the sake of peace, theo?