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“What?” She looked at him confused for half a second, “oh, it’s not my lunch break.” As a matter of fact she didn’t ever take a lunch break. She ate when she could, between cooking, or when she was done. Most of the time, it was little things. She didn’t really cook for herself ever. it was half sad considering that’s what she did for a living. ‘I’m not, Im not.” Red filled the girl’s cheeks as she pointed her eyes to the ground. “Cooking isn’t like, even work. It’s fun!” She beamed, “Like, I shouldn’t even be able to make money doing it!” She shrugged, finding herself taking a seat across from him, even if only for a second, “Oh goodness no. I am sure there are other trucks. Mine is just like, pretty good is all.” 

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To say she was busy was the understatement of the century. Rushing back and forth, people waiting, hell she had to close for an hour to restock supplies in the truck, and even then, now an hour later and she was already running out again. This was one of the things she loved about Lanford, always customers, always way too happy to see her, but she lie it, she was way too happy to see them. Finally finishing an hour, she looked up at the tag, yes. It was one of the ones she’d asked to wait, it barely happened, but every time it did, she felt bad about it. Grabbing it and an order of sweet potato fries that the guy hadn’t ordered, she hopped down the stairs of her truck and to the little picnic table she’d made camp by. “Hey.” She announced her presence with a smile as she approached, “Sorry you had to wait so long.” She said, before holding up the fries a bit, “for your wait.” 

“I love little kids so much. They’re just so full of joy.” She said with a grin. There were no other words for it. She just knew they were like a positive energy source, and they shouldn’t be taken for granted, ever. “Oh my. I can’t even imagine. It’s probably just precious. A little kid trying to bathe a dog? I couldn’t handle it.” 

“Not that, that’s what he’d doing, but it might be.” She shrugged. She was the kind of person to cling to the silver lining, seeing the good in everything rather than bad. “Yeah.” She nodded, “Sorry you had to get ran over in the process though.” She apologized like she had any blame in it, but the blonde couldn’t help it. “Nope.” She shook her head, “That’s just my name.” She realized it was a man’s name, but that hadn’t stopped her parents from naming her it. And to be honest, she liked it, it set her apart from everyone else. 

+ A peal of laughter, was about to leave his lips when Rafe opted to steer this conversation towards a more entertaining direction. Feigning anger, brows taught and the smirk dropped from his lips, he shouted, “Yeah? Well, how’s that going to fix anything, huh?! Don’t just stand there, do something!”

“Right.” She said rather unconvincingly, making sure her fliers were blocking his naked body from her view. “I’ll just like--” She paused, pointing down the street, “like, go. Sorry.” She said as she took a few tentative steps. James hadn’t meant to make him mad, but there were some things she could not help, this was one of them. 

“You can’t skimp on your mile time.” Or at least she didn’t like to back when she ran. Watching as he ran off, she was almost jealous. She missed running. “James.” She returned with a smile and her name. 

“That’s so cute. I’ve been to a couple of little schools, and every time I went, they were all like, so stoked to be there. Their energy is like, infectious, and I always surfed better after visiting them.” She shrugged with a smile. “That’s just great. It sounds like it was a great idea, and I’ll just be jealous of a four year old forever.” 

“Everyone I know keeps telling me not to take any kind of food from anyone I don’t know.” She shrugged, “Like all the time, so like, I don’t know what the point is, but it’s good advice.” She’d never done it, and maybe that was the whole point. Taking the plate, “Oh my. Thank you!” 

“It was just lovely.” She let out a happy groan, “just fantastic.” She grinned at him, “You missed a good one.” She ended it with that. The beginning of her Coachella was great, the ending however, was somethings she’d rather not remember and tended to forget by choice. “Oh.” She frowned, her mood dying as she learned he was anything less than stellar. “I’m so sorry.” And she meant it, she always did. “But meeting up with friends is always great!”