meet cute [jesse x plum]
"Oh my God is he gonna DIE?"
The man in question wasn't going to die. If looks could kill, however, the woman posing the question might have dropped dead. The expression on Plum's face at the question was incredulous, squinting dark brown eyes and opening her mouth, looking at once angry and dumbstruck. The question only temporarily distracted the young woman, however. There was a far more important task at hand than wondering why people said such dumb things sometimes. Her coworker Brand had been stung by a bee, and while he was currently breathing, he wouldn't be for long without his Epipen. Plum had grabbed Brand's bag from his car, and despite the concern of the small crowd that surrounded them, the man stabbed himself in the thigh rather nonchalantly. It wasn't the first time he'd been stung at an event, and it wouldn't be the last. At least this time it was just in front of a grocery store while promoting the radio station that employed him and not at festival or concert. A coworker drove him to the nearby urgent care, just to make sure everything was okay, and Plum assumed that the excitement was over.
Then she heard the sirens.
Apparently, the overly concerned shopper had called 911, and now an ambulance was hurtling through the parking lot. Plum immediately pulled out her phone and snapped a picture, sending it to Brand with a facepalm emoji and the caption "you sure know how to make an impression". Two young paramedics jumped from the back of the truck and headed toward the booth...and to their surprise, everything was fine.
"I'm sorry you guys had to come out here, really it wasn't a big deal. Brand's fine, he's at the doctor now. Probably gonna die from embarrassment if anything." Plum had struck up a conversation with a babyfaced brunette EMT. She really did feel bad that they'd hurried their way over there for no reason. He assured her it was a slow day anyway, flashing her a sort of self-satisfied smile that Plum found strangely adorable. Before the first responders left the scene, Plum got an idea.
"We're sponsoring a show on Friday. Few local indie bands and this amazing woman Lucy Dacus. I'll get you on the list. It's the least I can do." She ran her fingers through her mop of thick brown curls and grabbed a clipboard from her table, flipping to a particular page and arching her eyebrows at the man with a slight smile. "What's your name?"
