"Wanna make a trade?Cougar for a snake;
Wanna fall in love?
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She eyes my like a Pisces when I am weakI've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks
I've been drawn into your magnet tar-pit trapI wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black
Adam ♫ Scott ♫ Fontaine
♂ / 18 / ♥ / 3rd July, 1993 /
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"Oh, well, yeah, if you don't have anything else... Y'know, going on." Both their faces were flushed red, his from being so incredibly shy from asking her to do something as simple as hang out with him at a diner that hardly sees customers. They were just doing it casually, obviously, just as acquaintances. Repaying a favor. There was no reason for him to be so timid about it. But of course, Adam was one to over-think things. All the possibilities of what could go on at that little Columbus Deli.. They could become good friends, possibly. Maybe even eventually get into a relationship. Or, like he expected from her, though she seemed perfectly nice, she could think of him as just really, really weird, and never want anything to do with him literally ever again.
His mind flashed for a moment to what his afternoon was going to be like. It was about noon now, and he started his shift as a waiter and impromptu cook at 2. That left him time to go browse books and vinyl, possibly, and then go home to get ready - which only took about 10 minutes, and then another fifteen to walk there. But what to do in the meantime?