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“Your sister totally wants me.”
Flack gave him a look like he’s completely delusional, but Darren ignored it. He was slumped against the slab of cement wedged between the oven and dishwasher, just rambling at Flack like he did every other day since they both had started working there. Flack was the kind of guy where it was really hard not to get along with him, even on his worst day, and that, in Darren’s mind, made him a friend worth having. Especially considering most of his male friends wanted to punch him by the end of his best days.
But that’s not the point here.
The point was that Flack was giving him a look like he had just said he saw pigs fly, and Darren was choosing not to let it phase him.
“Did you hit your head?”
“Nope,” he said with a nod as took another sip of his beer, letting his friend clean off the grill. “She is so into me, she comes by here to argue with your sorry ass just to see me.”
“You are an idiot,” Flack said plainly, running the scraper against the grease until he saw stainless steal. “Did you ever think that she comes by to argue with my sorry ass because she’s my sister, and has this compulsive need to track my every move?”
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one_smallchoice. and_dontgetcute and thentheres_me are used with permission and love.]“Your sister totally wants me.”
Flack gave him a look like he’s completely delusional, but Darren ignored it. He was slumped against the slab of cement wedged between the oven and dishwasher, just rambling at Flack like he did every other day since they both had started working there. Flack was the kind of guy where it was really hard not to get along with him, even on his worst day, and that, in Darren’s mind, made him a friend worth having. Especially considering most of his male friends wanted to punch him by the end of his best days.
But that’s not the point here.
The point was that Flack was giving him a look like he had just said he saw pigs fly, and Darren was choosing not to let it phase him.
“Did you hit your head?”
“Nope,” he said with a nod as took another sip of his beer, letting his friend clean off the grill. “She is so into me, she comes by here to argue with your sorry ass just to see me.”
“You are an idiot,” Flack said plainly, running the scraper against the grease until he saw stainless steal. “Did you ever think that she comes by to argue with my sorry ass because she’s my sister, and has this compulsive need to track my every move?”
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