snaarling.

     ‘didn’t bother checking - there’s a twenty on
      the counter if you want to run back.’

     they’re actually sitting in a bag on the counter,
     but he feels like being a dick for a moment. been
     too long since he was rude.

          eyebrows furrow and her lips press together, her
          gaze narrows in his direction before falling back
          to the food. despite how much she wanted them,
          she didn’t feel up to leaving the loft. 

          ‘   gee, thanks.   ‘  she doesn’t mean it of course.