“hey, you--” griffin says, forcing a jog to catch up to adam, whom he calls out to from a short distance away. “want a free smoothie? promise it’s not, like, compromised. even though you are my enemy, as my sources have informed me we are in competition for rosa’s heart. you’ll get yours when the times right, because all’s fair in love and war, after all. but for now, take this. please. i hate blueberry and it’s making my hand cold.” he takes a long swig of his own beverage, an iced coffee, and offers up the spare drink. “someone forgot to pick up their blueberry-banana-something at the cafe and josie, who was on shift, is my girl. says i remind her of her nephew. which i always hate to hear, ‘cause i feel like people are always like, oh, you look just like so-and-so and then they’re all eager to show you a picture of a total uggo you wish you’d never been likened to.” he squints his eyes, knocking his head to the side as if studying adam. then, he gives a sharp sigh. “bet you probably haven’t had that problem. very strong jawline you’ve got yourself, flynn. i hate it.” @flvnns
