on the corner of first & amistad

❅  ——— “that’s a pretty strong claim for someones that never tasted it.” she dangles the foreign food on her fork in front of her company, however she’s fine with having her favourite dish all to herself. that being said, a quick grin flashes crosses two thin lines, savouring every last morsel of her dish — overplaying her enjoyment slightly for the sake of causing a reaction.

never one to back down from a challenge - explicitly stated or not - oscar grabbed a utensil and took a piece of the other’s food. he then proceeded to earnestly chew on it, thinking that’ll show her. unfortunately, the food just didn’t agree with his palate and oscar was left with a less than satisfied look on his face. “there, i tasted it. does that count?”

“what are you lookin’ at–? you better be starin’ at me ‘cause you think i’m cute.” amaryllis huffed, looking over at the person near him. they probably weren’t even staring. he was just in a mood. he was still in his work clothes, dirt and sawdust-covered khaki overalls and a bright orange reflective shirt, and big, half-assed wiped clean, muddy workboots.

“you’re funny.” oscar remarked. his attire was the complete opposite of the other - dress shirt, well-ironed slacks, polished shoes. he knew his dad would get onto him for being more concerned about his looks than how he cooks, but old habits die hard. the city life sucked the small town instincts he had. apparently, also his small town instinct of not staring either. “you’re cute, but that’s not always why people would stare.”