These are words that go together well

                 ❝ don’t fuck with me                                   i haven’t eaten in like                                                                      2 hours. ❞

                 ❝ don’t fuck with me                                   i haven’t eaten in like                                                                      2 hours. ❞

It was like her laugh was contagious because Ian instantly starts up after she does. The memories was what had got him the most. The agent wasn’t lying, he really did get hit on by the elderly. “They’re everywhere. Lunch hour at the mall? Don’t recommend it. That’s when they all come out.” He recalls and then he shrugs. “When I was a kid about thirty years ago, sure,” Now he did sound old. But at least it was true. “It’s Ian.” He tells her as he slips both hands into his pockets. “It’s your work, you tell me.” 

  That wasn't surprising to hear at all, Michelle recalled the old ladies in the hair salon she'd to to in Ackley would always flirt with the young hair cutters, it was quite an amusing thing to see. "I'll watch out for that time then, I'll try to not go to the mall during lunch hour unless I absolutely have to," she joked. "That might just be the saddest thing I've ever heard," she shook her head, how could someone not like roller coasters? "Nice to meet you, Ian, I'm Michelle." She said with a smile, taking a moment to think before answering, "Okay --- twenty for each? Does that work for you?"

xoxo, Nicolie.

"Don’t remind me." He replies in a light smile. He isn’t being serious, he doesn’t really care all that much anyway. "Yet somehow it’s the elderly women in local mall food-courts that hit on me the most." Now that part was true. "I don’t even want to think about me on a roller coaster. But yeah, I really do." He looks up. "Well sure. Not one, two. I like these," Ian then points to each on the screen with his index finger. "Think one would look great in my house and in my office. If you’d be willing to let me buy them, of course." 

  Michelle couldn't help but to let a laugh escape her lips at his joke about the elderly women. "Well, those are cougars, and you need to watch out for women like that. They're sneaky," though really, he was an attractive man, she was sure he got hit on by other women. "Jesus, dude. Have you never been on one?" She never understood how some people didn't like roller coasters. "For real?" She raised her eyebrows with a surprised expression on her face, "Yeah, I --- of course! How much would you be willing to pay for them?" She asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, "I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"—I’ve never really done this before. Can you tell? I really don’t understand how music is supposed to stimulate intelligence anyway. Why is it Mozart and not Tchaikovsky? He’s vulgar, sure, but at least the music’s bearable to listen to.”

  "I can, but that's okay. It's not like being a mom comes with an instruction manual. I don't know either, I've never really taken the time to research it. Well, I mean --- Mozart's music is more complex than Tchaikovsky, maybe that's why."

"Am I really that old looking? That’s assuring. I am a dad, it’s nice to know I look like one." He still wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. "They’re not for pussies. It was exhilarating. Got stuck for twenty minutes at the top." Ian takes the phone and begins scrolling through the work. "These are impressive. I like that one, and that one…I like that one too." He speaks and points with his eyes down and then he mumbles. "What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. Hey, do you sell these?" 

  "Um, not really you're just --- not that young looking. But that's not a bad thing, most women tend to like older men." She was certainly not about to use her crushes on sixty year old rockstars as an example. "Dude, if you find that exhilarating, then I can't imagine you on a roller coaster." She nodded and smiled at every compliment he'd say, it was always nice to hear good commentary about her work. "Thank you so much, I'm glad you like it." At his question, the redhead raised her eyebrows in disbelief, "What? You mean you'd want to buy one?"

"Oh well. An attempt was made. At least now if my baby comes out a genius I can credit it to good genes and not fuckin Mozart.”

  "The whole Mozart thing is for when your baby is already born, Tasha. Not for when he or she's still in the womb. Supposedly, listening to Mozart when you're a baby is supposed to make you smarter or somethin'."

"You could take me? That’d be awesome. Well I guess I promise not to touch anything. Not like I would either way, I wouldn’t know what I was doing in there and I’d probably start one big mess. Yeah. Ferris wheel, really. It’s embarrassing." He awaits for the screen to pop up so he can have a look at her work, he then casually crosses his arms. "Ackley? Never heard of it. Where’s that located? But I can understand that, this place is huge. Always something to do." 

  "Yeah! If I say you're like, my dad or something they'll let you in the building. You're old enough to look like a dad, so they won't question it. No offense or anything. It really is embarrassing, ferris wheels are for pussies, all you do is sit down and look at the view." Once she had found the folder, she handed the phone to the blond. "Iowa. It's pretty small the population is like, fifteen hundred people at most. It's just like the town from that Leonardo DiCaprio movie, I forgot the name of it --- something grape. But yeah, it's really different from here. It's funner here."

"—this doesn’t actually work, does it?”

  "Well, um, not really --- no. Yeah, definitely not."

Jessica Chastain in Vogue Original Series’ ”Scripted Content” (dir. Matthew Frost) (x). 

"It would appear so. I’m working on it. You know, trying to get out and do more. The most exciting thing I’ve done recently is ride a Ferris wheel at a town fair. Yeah, sure, I’d love t’see it. What’s it of? More New York?" 

  "Y'know, I could always help you with that, I could take you to the dark room I go to, as long as you promise not to touch anything in there --- 'cause y'know, shit's fragile. A ferris wheel? Really? Dude... Come on." Taking out her iPhone, the redhead searched for a folder in it filled with pictures, "Yes and no. It's mostly picture I took in farms, 'cause I used to live in Ackley before moving here. But there's a ton of New York pictures too because I was like, fascinated when I first moved here."