young god ;;

“Excuse me, sir, but there is no need for your rudeness. You’re going to crush my fragile soul, i hope that makes you have trouble sleeping tonight,” she grinned. “Now you’re just trying to hurt my feelings. I’m the cutest, obviously. You’re just jealous.” 

“I don’t need the glasses to leave a lasting impression. Just look at me,” she teased, though she was kind of serious. “I think it all depends on the interview and whoever is interviewing me. Someone looking for a bit of uniqueness would love it, but stuffy business people? They’d probably not be amused.” 

“Good to know. I don’t like anyone who is afraid to speak their mind. Life’s too short for all that bullshit and honestly, who wants to speak to someone who sugarcoats all the time? Certainly not me,” she shrugged. “Jack it is,” she said before ordering two glasses of Jack and coke. “Anything can be my poison, too, really. Tequila especially, but doesn’t hurt to switch it up sometimes.” 

“You’re probably the subject of a lot of your students’ wet dreams, which is no surprise because you are attractive, but I’ve never understood that whole crushing on teachers thing. Student-teacher relationships are like something out of a cheesy Lifetime movie and honestly, I would never want to be the one responsible for ending a person’s career just because I’ve thought about them naked once or twice.” She chuckled. “Are you sure you even want to know? Maybe it’s best to stay ignorant, unless it gets worse.” 

Eli bit her lip before a self-deprecating thought could leave her mouth. “Good to know. You can ask me anything you want. I promise I’ll try to answer honestly.” The last part of her statement was spoken with mirth. “Riight, I totally knew that... except I didn’t, but we can pretend I did so I don’t feel like an airhead. You can still pinch me, though, if you think it will help.” She smiled. “A dancer, huh? I can picture it. What kind of dancer? Or do you do a bit of everything? Hearts can be annoying, I know, but we should always follow it or so they say. If you like music and dance, though, maybe you could study both,” she suggested. “I promise I wouldn’t think that. You don’t strike me as the crazy type. I know crazy. It isn’t flattering if it’s the truth.” Her smile only seemed to grow at the girl’s next words. “I like to think I’m super exciting, but never know, you could get bored. Nice to know you don’t get bored so easily, though. Means there’s hope for me.” 

“You want to meet her? Because you can meet her, and even hold her if you promise to give her back,” she replied, returning his smile. “It’s like you’re speaking my language, I love it. Old records are my favorite. I prefer vinyl over all this new technology shit,” she admitted. “Nice to meet you, Amos.” 

“I feel like you are implying that I’m not stylish and original without these glasses and that is so offensive. I’m the most stylish and original person I know. I should get some kind of award for that shit. Super bummed that you don’t hire people, though, because now I have to find someone else to share these sunglasses with.” She chuckled. “Pay me in coffee, drinks, and maybe even some froyo and you’ve got a deal. I’ll even try not to complain too much about you calling me kid, because it kind of makes me feel like a five year old.” 

“My heart breaks for you, seriously. It’s so hard to say goodbye to shoes. I somehow managed to have the same pair of Chuck Taylor’s for like five years and the day that I had to give them up because they were so worn and torn, I almost cried. I feel you so much. Good heels are a necessity, I don’t care what anyone says. Oh, believe me, I never forget it. That’s basically what I fire back with when someone tries to make me feel bad for drinking at the crack of dawn. It’s great to meet you, too, and the feeling is definitely mutual. I’m from Long Island, actually, but I’ve been here for a couple of years now. Did you grow up here?” 

“That’s weird, but I like it. It’s a good thing cats can’t talk, though, because I feel like he would say he’s offended that you named him after a person you hate. Goose would be quite an odd name for a cat, but odd is cute. I mean, I named my cat Mosaic. Mosie for short.” 

“Of course you would,” she replied teasingly, chuckling softly. “Seriously, though, I’m flattered. A bunch of do-gooders? You’ve piqued my curiosity. What, exactly, do you do?” 

The more Eli spoke to the woman, she started to feel somewhat guilty for having lied. The good thing about alcohol, though, was that it temporarily erased all negative emotions for her. “It was pretty awful, actually,” she admitted with a soft laugh. “Honestly? It was mostly embarrassing. Like, who hits themselves in the face with a cork? It’s dumb.” She chuckled. “Thank you for opening it, though. You’re the sweetest.”