#s:jet

              “ well, i've tried to call you, have us a discussion. we never talk, we always way too busy fuckin'... ”

               “ you know, if you’d stop talking over me we’d be able to get through this conversation without it turning into a yelling match. i let you fucking talk, let me talk! ” 

                         “ you’re here awful late, ” his tone was unabashedly accusatory. “ you uh, mind telling me why you’re back here? this space is staff only, ”

                     “ you finished? like, are you done now? you may as well just get it all the fuck out there now. ” 

           “ i’ve got to study, write up a draft for a paper, practice tonight with the band, then go off to work until three am. i haven’t got time, and i’m sure i’ve still left out some things. give me a break would you? ”

           “ hey, just like, don’t even think about it okay? ”

           “ why wouldn’t i remember you? you come in every day, same time, order the same thing, stay a couple hours... i think it’d be kinda rude of me if i didn’t notice you. ”