#ashcroftstarter

"i'm so nervous," roarke states, seemingly out of the blue, "i have a job interview tomorrow." he's never had a real job before. unless you consider selling lemonade on the side of the street a job. most don’t these days. "i'm not sure about my resume either. um, it's mostly fluffed up with, um, boy scout stuff? and i don't think that knowing how to build a fire or being able to identify dog breeds is going to come in handy with serving food, but maybe they'll take pity on me." god, he hopes so. if he can just get through the interview he thinks he’ll be fine.

“I’m sorry but I already had a bad day.” Hunter spoke up, annoyingly and sighing deeply. “I don’t feel like talking about annoying things to add with it.”

“All the other tables are full.” Peyton ducked his head apologetically, holding up his drink, sandwich and textbook as he hovered over what he was pretty sure was literally the last empty seat in the cafe. “You mind? I just need a place to study.”