s e r e n d i p i t y

I still have some leftover scones from breakfast, if you’re interested.

Scones.. for breakfast?

I think Kennedy’s coming down with a cold… And I swear, there’s nothing worse than a sick baby.

You should make sure she's warmer whilst she recovers, my son came down with a nasty cold and he was cold all the time.

Isortahadapregnancyscare.

Why didn't you call me?!

I don’t know what to say, chicka- Noah.

Oh right. The restaurant… I forgot about that.

"You don't have to lie to me."

I would but having an attractive boss such as yourself would just be far too distracting. 

"I'll wear a bag on my head if it helps?"

"Well uh, I realized I couldn't let the restaurant fall to shit and uh, some other shit happened and I figured I should give it another shot. How've you been?"

What’s up, boss man? Looking better than ever.

"Are you gonna come work at my restaurant yet or what?"

Finally! Taking the stairs was doing wonders to my legs, but not very good for my state of mind.

"All stairs should be damn escalators."

"I will seriously kill a fucker. I just carried about thirty boxes up those damn stairs."

"Why didn't you ask for help?"

My pleasure, old man. 

Grow up, child.

Well correct me if I’m mistaken but you stopped a man in his underwear, which essentially gave us both additional time to ogle? 

I'm not ogling, you'd like to think I was.

You mean that organ made up of soft tissue between both ears? I mean, I guess so. Otherwise we wouldn’t be standing here admiring one another.

Admiring one another? That's what you think this is?

Hm. So you’re one of them broody, I’m-too-cool-to-care types, or?

You can think that if you like, I'd like to think that I'm the one who's gonna kick ass if any more baby-faced, infuriating kids move in and cause shit.

Benji Stark. It’s a pleasure, Noah.

I bet.