Alison Queen

Well I am all ears, honey. 

It's far too dirty to say in public.

Oh— [pauses for only a moment] baby— was that Jace’s fault? You know he loves keys. [he couldn’t help but mention his son, even though the person before him would have no idea of who he was— the day was generally a good one, and William wasn’t as pessimistic and bitter as usual]

He loves keys, and loves putting them where they belong, apparently. [Ali laughed, going along with the addition that was so cleverly added in.]

Well we could actually go to dinner, instead of you pretending to eat a meal with me, sweetheart. You know how much I hate that.

[Ali looks at her watch, actually contemplating going to dinner.] I would do dinner, but I only have another fifteen minutes left on my break.

[Eden blinks and looks at the other girl. She cocks a brow before clearing her throat on purpose for others close by to hear.] My stunningly beautiful and totally unavailable girlfriend coming to see me during work? Babe, you shouldn’t have.

Anything for my favourite girl. I hope things aren't too busy here.

I’ve lived here for only four years and I’ve still got a better grip on this than you. 

I'm directionally challenged...

It’s okay, as long as people didn’t know yet, I’m glad to correct them. If it were after I had told you, I might be a bit less forgiving. I prefer xe slash xir.

It's really not okay...I mean, misgendering is not an okay thing. But, now that I know it will certainly never happen again.

Yeah, life is just—-awesome… Sorry I just, I prefer fake datefriend or datamate, I don’t identify in the gender binary.

Oh, my gosh! I'm so sorry. What pronouns do you prefer now that we're talking about it?

I’m all for giving people their highlights of the day. Usually it’s on stage, but I’ll make an exception.

I certainly lucked out. My fake girlfriend is a super talented dancer. I love life.

Oh god… I bet he’s blogging about how stuck in the friendzone he is right now… You’ll see it as soon as he stands up, can’t really do much when he’s sitting.

I'm sure it will be the highlight of my day.

You know, I’ve never truly understood the BLT. It’s— a salad with bacon. How boring is that?

It tastes good. Bacon is perfection.

And how I like you. So, if I may ask, what creep made you need to sit here? I’m a ballet dancer, I can manage a pretty strong kick.

Glasses and a fedora, right behind me. Typical "Nice Guy". I'd love to see that kick.

Alex, also twenty-six, and a photographer from North Carolina. I’m only in the city temporarily. Which, I suppose sucks for our fake relationship. 

I'm sure there's something I could do to convince you to stay.

So, basically you’re saying my food is on you then? Deal. 

If we're going to be fake dating, we better get to know each other.

Well then, honey bunch, how’s the coffee?

Strong. Just how I like it.

He shrugged. “It was worth a shot.”

You're pretty quick on your feet. A lot of people wouldn't be so fast in helping.

Who are you? My fairy godmother? I’m good.

Just trying to be helpful.