#codstarter

She swiped left on yet another very handsome and seemingly funny man on Tinder. Dating apps were a foreign language to Xyla Villanueva. She didn’t understand their complex algorithms, the impact certain photos and phrases had on bios, and frankly, the purpose of them in a city like New York City. It was becoming more of a game, a thing to pass the time, rather than a tool meant to help you find the elusive “the one.”

Leaning over to the other person, Xy excitedly showed them the profile of a very rugged man, complete with a luscious beard and motorcycle.  “What do you think? I mean, the bandana suits him, doesn’t it?” It was a joke, but Xyla’s expression remained serious, curious about their friends opinion. @codstarters​

Orion: ok whatss that song that goes uhh

Orion: da-DA DA DADA... da-DA DA DADA DA DAAAA DA DA

Orion: its driving me crazzy

Obiewan: why are you laughing

Obiewan: I'm not lying when I say I'm Llewellyn

“tell me you’re single, without telling me you’re single---I’ll go first.” Jack chuckled as he turned to the person next to him. “I went on a date recently and started talking about Farley & Felix....My date thought they were my kids, the way I told her I had made matching bunk beds for them and talked about them 80% of the date....” He sighed rubbing his hand over his face. “Safe to say I didn’t hear from her when I told her they were my dogs...”

Alas, as she found herself in one of her favorite spots in the city, the emblematic Met stairs after a rather challenging morning taking meeting after meeting and seeking nothing less than a distraction from her own thoughts with a book (Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens, one of her absolute favorites for reasons that went beyond her) on her hands eyes skimming through the same paragraph she had been trying to register for the past couple minutes to no avail and upon noticing the presence of another person nearby, the businesswoman closed the book she knew by heart, turning her attention to the other without a warning and imposed a query upon them “What’s your favorite book? Or movie, that works too” as her tainted lips curled up into an almost inviting grin. Perhaps not the smoothest of ice breakers she could’ve used and most definitely not the greatest place to strike up a conversation like the one she was trying to have, but a significant, acute question that truly fascinated her.  // @codstarters​

The restaurant closed over an hour ago, and despite his kitchen staff’s pleas to join them for a drink, Devon remained behind. As a new restaurant owner, he was drunk with power, unable to stop thinking of new recipes, dishes and drinks to compliment. And often, when he didn’t answer his phone, there was only one place they could’ve been. The kitchen.

“Too much or not enough cognac?” Devon wondered, arms crossing over his broad chest. “You need to be able to taste it without feeling like you’ve just taken a shot.” Turning back to the stove, he dipped his finger into the pan before bringing it up to his lips. “I drink too much to even taste it anymore.” @codstarters​