quinn aldridge / greygender / eighteen / head chef / tags: thyme
quinn reddened, tomato blush colouring their cheeks and much of their neck. they were at a loss of how to respond, as quite frankly, such a question had never been lobbied their way before. though they had lived on the commune for a good amount of time, upwards of two years, this was quite possibly, the first time someone had actually invited them to their cabin. for something that wasn't business. but wait, thyme had said it was to help them sleep. so technically, it was business? quinn honestly couldn't tell. "i- uhm.. i-i-.." they stuttered out, heart pounding furiously against their ribcage. "no one's.. i-invited to their cabin before," they admitted, pushing away the urge to cover their face with their hands. shoot. that made them sound like a loser. which.. wouldn't entirely be wrong. it wasn't like quinn had any close friends. "mmm.. thank y-you for the i-in..the uhm, invite t-thyme. i ah, i will c-consider it." that seemed like it took an eternity for them to say.
thankfully, they were cut off from embarrassing themselves further by the sudden appearance of the whom he presumed the third cook. vincent, his name was, if quinn was remembering properly. "wel-welcome." they managed quietly. "uh.." they really hated scolding people, but it was almost go-time. "p-p-please show up e-earlier tomorrow. we're.. it's ah, y'know.. a-almost o-opening time."
[[ how to invite your superior into your house -- lessons by timothy crow ]]
quinn reddened, tomato blush colouring their cheeks and much of their neck. they were at a loss of how to respond, as quite frankly, such a question had never been lobbied their way before. though they had lived on the commune for a good amount of time, upwards of two years, this was quite possibly, the first time someone had actually invited them to their cabin. for something that wasn't business. but wait, thyme had said it was to help them sleep. so technically, it was business? quinn honestly couldn't tell. "i- uhm.. i-i-.." they stuttered out, heart pounding furiously against their ribcage. "no one's.. i-invited to their cabin before," they admitted, pushing away the urge to cover their face with their hands. shoot. that made them sound like a loser. which.. wouldn't entirely be wrong. it wasn't like quinn had any close friends. "mmm.. thank y-you for the i-in..the uhm, invite t-thyme. i ah, i will c-consider it." that seemed like it took an eternity for them to say.
thankfully, they were cut off from embarrassing themselves further by the sudden appearance of the whom he presumed the third cook. vincent, his name was, if quinn was remembering properly. "wel-welcome." they managed quietly. "uh.." they really hated scolding people, but it was almost go-time. "p-p-please show up e-earlier tomorrow. we're.. it's ah, y'know.. a-almost o-opening time."
[[ how to invite your superior into your house -- lessons by timothy crow ]]