"Hi." Zac said with a smile on his lips. "Well, I’m in the desperate need of a suit. You do have that here, right?" This wasn’t the kind of shop he would normally pay a visit to but as he said to the girl, he really needed a suit.
“Yeah, of course. It’s just over here—” Maya left her unfinished work on the table and happily accompanied him to the side of the room where racks of suits lined the walls. The tailor shop was relatively unknown but they do produce quality products.
“Just call me when you need anything,” she said, and her gaze probably lingered a second too long. Maya went back to her station slightly bothered by the fact that he had an uncanny resemblance to a famous celebrity.
Maya was finishing up a repair on an expensive blazer when a new customer walked into the tailor’s shop. “Hello,” she said, greeting the customer with a sweet smile, “how may I help you?”
Faye was immersed in her television show, startled when Bobby started talking. She looked over at him, reaching for the remote and pausing the tv. She tilt her head, giving him a curious look. “What? Work at NASA? Be a Teacher? A male stripper? Oh oh, an escort.” She teased, though she was honestly curious on what his answer would be.
Bobby threw his head back laughing at Faye’s creative suggestions. “Porn star, actually,” he corrected her with a wide grin, “don’t tell me this face wasn’t meant to be in front of the camera.”
Enzo smirked, letting his head tilt to the side. “Am I really right? Or are you messing with me? I can never tell with you.”
Bobby was caught and he had a grin on his face now. “Alright, alright— you were close, but no, I don’t wanna be a president.” He looked back at the television screen with a pensive stare and a smile on his face as he announced, “I wanna fly planes. And not just, y’know, like an ordinary pilot. I’m talking Air Force Pilot— like my dad.”
Enzo looked from the television to Bobby, his eyebrows raising some. “What might that be? President of the united states?”
He laughed, “am I that transparent?”
Bobby was bumming around his friend’s house and, out of the blue, while they were watching TV, he asked, “d’you know what I wanna be in the future? What I really want to do with my life—”
"No wonder you’re single, a girl rather have a pretentious douche than a sardonic prick, no matter how attractive," the words flew out of Alice’s mouth without her thinking. Nice job, Alice, she refrained from smacking herself in the face. “Fuck,” she mutters under her breath.
Beck wasn’t surprised at her statement; it’s been thrown at him numerous times before, minus the ‘attractive’ part, of course. He remained passive as he spoke her previous words, “wow, aren’t you a people person.”
“Good. Why would I want someone who doesn’t care to know my business?” Yeah, she felt stupid, she wasn’t sure what she was thinking when she began ranting to him.
Beck was amazed at how Carrie was still there. “Uh, at this point you’re just talking to yourself, right? ‘cause I think I made it clear that I’m not interested.”
Carrie stopped, her lips pressing together to form a thin line. Before she spoke again she gulped. “My mistake. Then disregard everything I just said.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t really listening either,” he replied, smiling at her as he lied. He was listening, he just didn’t want to get involved.
“Wow, aren’t you a people person,” she mused, her mood quickly altering from upset to spiteful.
He replied with the same amount of sarcasm as she, “I know, it’s such a burden sometimes.”