mosaic broken hearts

Bentley: Oh shit, it's not work. Where is it then? That is definitely a factor too. I'll call you a 7 then, to be safe.

Logan: How is efficiency being right on the dot? So you suck at it is what you are saying.

Bentley: Well, how chill is your boss and how often are you late? And more importantly, 1-10.. how charming do you consider yourself?

Logan: It's not too early. It's actually considerate saying that you value the other person's time more than you're own.

Bentley: I think unless you're an hour plus, you just walk in like nothing happened at all.

Logan: 5 minutes early is the only on time. You're already way too late.

“It’s more like a desperate need not to be seen as a greedy asshole. I’m surprisingly good on my own,” he chuckled. And he was, though it wasn’t as though he always craved it. He was a pretty social guy, but in a new city, a lot of nights were spent alone, and he wasn’t feeling any kind of way about it. “Though, getting to dance with women like you is not a bad way to spend a night,” he smiled. “Well now I’m just going to spend the rest of my night self-conscious about my feet.”

“See, you shouldn’t feel guilty about yourself at all. That’s just a sham. They want you to feel that way so they can pry more money out of you.” Billie teased, her tone remaining bubbly as not to rain on anybody's parade although truth be told, she actually did believe her own words. “I mean, your feet a big but you don’t need to be self conscious about it. Not until you literally start standing on people’s toes and then maybe having a big feet is going to quickly become an issue. Or you’re just a terrible dancer who needs to take lessons.” Again, she teased.