neil, having overdone pre-meal toking by a considerable margin, fails to notice the cleared plates between them, the check pinned to the table by change and signed with his name, and the endearing (maybe endeared?) expression stuck like glue to jay’s face.

they’ve already eaten, paid, wrapped conversation, but he is running a full date behind. convinced they haven’t started. (maybe wishing, on a subconscious level, that they could loop this instead of their standard heartbreak bullshit.)

         ‘ i can’t remember what our guy looked like. help me find him so we can eat. ’