once upon a time

"… Well, it’s the latter. I’m sorry for wasting your time."

"Good! Then we're on the same page. We should just take things a bit slower, yeah? Stop making those puppy-dog eyes please."

"In a good way or a bad way?"

"I'm inclined to say bad. Dancing to a girl group's choreography in your underwear's usually bad."

"Are you cereal right now? That only cemented it, bro. That and the picture of you shirtless."

"Do you want to have sex with me or do you want to pursue a romantic relationship? Because I don't like wasting time."

"When I’m filing or just restocking, Miss A is constantly playing in my ear phones. It’s an embarrassing thing compared to all of my other songs but I practically know all the words to Hush and I’m not even Korean in the slightest.”

"You're kidding! Goodbye Baby is my workout song... and generally the song I listen to everywhere. Don't worry, I know all the words to it too. Or at least I think I do. I'm Warren by the way. You are?"

"Oh God, the girl groups are my kryptonite. That’s something I’d never thought I’d say out loud."

"I might have tried dancing to one of their songs once. I ended up breaking my leg and dignity so you're not alone. I would have never expected that to come from you though."

What a cultured guy.

"I won't hold it against you if you decide to call off the date."

Archer could tell he was having an effect on the boy, and he was curious about what his writing was like. Regardless of genre or experience level, Archer was always interested in reading new writing. “I do hope so, I’d love to see what poison you’ve picked for writing.” Archer smiled. “I was actually headed over to the writing department if you wanted to take a look,” Archer stretched out a finger in the direction of the classrooms. 

Warren was in a daze, trying to juggle maintaing his composure and gushing admiration for the other man. What's odd was he can't even pinpoint the exact reason why the man was having such an impact on him.  "Yeah sure! It's not like I'm busy anyway." Warren slapped on a smile, hoping that any nerves he had wasn't showing. "Lead the way."

"I know. My dad always had a flair for entertaining people, intentionally or not. So fair warning, if you ever see me arguing with an inanimate object, know that I inherited the tendency to do so."

"I was just teasing. I know it isn't a pretty sight. I've seen my father yell at a plant at one point because his morning coffee was delayed. The memory still haunts him to this day."