Oh my god. What if they are? 

I mean, I was just kidding. 

It’s alright.

It kinda does. I asked her how her day was once and she just looked at me. I don’t think lips affect hearing, right?

I don’t think so, no, but maybe they’re so inflated she can’t talk. 

Not the best visual.

Younger guy. His name is Greg. I didn’t even know you could have fake lips, though. That girls name is Trina. I saw her Cheesecake Factory nametag.

Sorry. 

I don’t think that’s embarrassing whenn you look like… you. Um. Not my fault my mom screwed on this lid super tight. My roommate isn’t home to help!

Ah, maybe not, but it’s embarrassing when it’s negative seven degrees with the air conditioning blasting and your balls shrivel up in front ‘a everyone. -- Okay, bad visual there, my mistake. 

I mind my rambling. Embarrassing myself.  My sister told me not to embarrass myself in this city.

My first week here I needed some cash so I was a naked model for an art class. Now, that’s embarrassing. This? This is just between me and you, and lucky for you, I don’t have lots of friends to tell your jam incident about quite yet. 

Well I guess that’s a good thing. No difficult jars to open, but.. you seemed to open that one quite easily. So I guess it doesn’t matter. I’m rambling again. Dom? Like Domino?

I don’t mind your rambling. Mm-mm, Dom like just Dom. 

It really is. Smuckers kind of sucks anyway. But…. um. I’m Shasta. 

I’m more of a meat and bread kind’a sandwich guy, but, yeah, Shasta, it’s good to meet you.  

Yeah,but… I’ve been trying to get this jar open for 15 minutes. I should get the squeezy kind maybe. But, my mom made this. So. I am rambling. I am sorry. 

Nah, you’re all good. Mom’s are cool and it’s probably a lot better than the squeezy kind. 

Uh, no. No. Hi. I’m from… across the hallway? -pointing to her door- And uh… I was just wondering if maybe… you could open this. -holding out the jar-

Yeah, a’course. 

Oh-… Um. Hey. 

You lost? 

Um, hello? Anyone in there?

-- Yeah?