who’s andrew?

it was kind of impressive how much they managed to miss each other while living in the same building — almost like he planned it on purpose. he’d been able to create a pretty decent streak of being undetected, one that was perfectly executed…until now. “hey.” he responded back, shit, can’t exactly pretend she isn’t there now. “well, you know, this place makes the best coffee in town. it sucks trying to start a day without it.” somehow this was easier than being forced to talk back home — he wasn’t going to question it. “what about you? how did you find this place?”

THE QUESTION RINGS OUT in the air as he sits across from his friend, the mixed aroma of diner food dancing in the air -- coming from the mass of diner food positioned between the two of them. was this a common conversation between the two of them? perhaps. not that thiago necessarily minded, considering it gave him an excuse to talk about josie. he kept most of his feelings close to his chest, as if talking about them would cause something to go wrong. at this rate though, perhaps it was best that a friend intervene. " have you ever thought of just... talking to her in the hallway or something? probably much cheaper than blowing your entire grocery budget. " he was one to talk, considering how flustered he found himself getting around her roommate. he had literally bought her food from the resturant the night before. how more obvious could he get?

“why does it feel like you’re judging me?” they’d had a form of this conversation many times before and tonight was just another to add to the collection. “i don’t know, it was like — 200? so i got less beer than usual, sav can buy more.” it was the least drew could do to support the woman of his dreams’ passions. “at least i can have a normal interaction with her and form actual sentences unlike some of us. wait — you don’t think she’ll only like me because i’m a too donator, do you?” she definitely noticed his effort, that want his problem, but drew couldn’t help but wonder if that’s all it was. “what if that’s our normal?”

“woah woah woah, those are swear words savvy.” drew told her, lifting both of his hands in a mock surrender. “at home is a different demon — dipping into your own stash requires different tactics. i could help you, but if my pour is such a problem — i don’t know, maybe you’d rather wait another forty five minutes to put a drink order in.” he teased, shrugging his shoulders with his words. “how good are you at playing lookout?”

“i don’t think you should advertise it.” drew told her simply, knowing some could see it as her wanting the attention for herself — like she couldn’t do that without a tagline. “instead, you wait until after it’s over and make a heartfelt tribute post — that’s when you announce you’re donating money.” he shook his head at her words, not seeing any reason to worry. “that’s not going to happen.”

MICHAEL CIMINO as Zac Torres Motorheads 1.01 "Pilot"

Michael Cimino

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