She almost doesn’t stop when the other addresses her, she almost whizzes right past him, why? Because A.) he’s not polite. There’s no excuse me miss, there’s no please you could help and B.) she’s a good twenty minutes late to work. Yes, almost, but not quite. “I do--” soft, simple, straight to the point. “but it’s quite a way away from here.” she delivers him knowledge with a sweet smile, and a mellifluous tone. “What exactly were you looking to buy?” despite her lack of time, it’s in her nature to help others (but mostly herself), to make deals (in return for things much more valuable) and so she further pries, but in the most innocent way possible.  “I have a little cash on me, I could spot you, but you’d owe me.” after all everything comes with a price.

     “Really? That’s strange, because it’s actually       the best thing since sliced bread. You should       try it. Just, put two bits of pizza on top of each       other, like a sandwich and it’s all good. The body       can’t tell the difference this way. I promise you       won’t end up will six rolls of fat on that little belly       of yours”

     “Firstly, shut the fuck up I’m hungry       secondly, this a really good burrito       and thirdly... wait your turn.”

     “A.) because it’s a brilliant idea, B,) because it benefits the both of us, and C.) well, why the hell wouldn’t you ever agree to that?”

     “Did I hear you needed a cinnamon roll? Well Hi, fear not, Wendi Son here, the biggest sinnamon roll to ever exist...oh yeah, that's sinnamon with a S I N by the way mhm.”

 ❝Forever negative aren’t you? Don’t be like that, it’ll be the    death of you mister. now, hush, don’t worry. You’re looking    at it all wrong, come and look from my point of view, in all    honesty, this is the best thing that could have happened❞

         When he speaks it’s distracting, and she soon finds herself stopping mid-way through rummaging through the desk’s drawer. She can’t focus with his low grating voice perpetually filling the space they occupy, especially when he seems oh-so-adamant that she is undeserving of his help. “Look, Jae, for the hundredth time, I wasn’t ignoring your calls, I lost my phone--” she slams the drawer shut in frustration, its contents rattling. “I don’t have a god damn phone to ignore calls from” there’s a cloying heat tiptoeing up the column of her throat, but she tries her hardest to keep her features fairly neutral. “I-- I’m sorry” her head dips and her gaze meets anything and everything except for him. “please Jae, I need your help--”