#ej.

     “i don’t have a caffeine addiction,” sure thing, eden, “i just wake up every morning with a throbbing headache that doesn’t go away... until that sweet brown bean liquid hits my lips,” she carried on, putting the last two pieces of french toast on the plate before picking it up and setting it on the kitchen table with the rest of the breakfast she had prepared. “--- and then, later in the afternoon, the headache comes back... until i can get my little raccoon hands on another cup of coffee...” eden trailed off, humming mostly to herself as she sat down. immediately reaching for her large mug filled with -- you guessed it -- coffee. “i don’t... -- i don’t know how i lived without it for nine months, really...” she then mused, taking a sip, and another one, and... another one, much to no one’s surprise.

EJ: if you’re the chick who left her number by the register for me, not interested. good on you for shooting your shot tho.