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Adam's expression fluctuates as he examines the battered, finger-greased menu. His nose tinged red from the cold, face gleaming where the snowflakes had dissipated against his skin. They speckle his dark, infuriatingly long lashes, as his eyes rove over the array of seasonal options.
"The fuck?" He seethes, flicking his disbelieving gaze between you and the menu. "What is all this shit?"
You chuckle, smoothing your hand over your own menu, beaming at the sight of gingerbread french toast and peppermint hot chocolate. "It's the seasonal menu, bear. Oh! Look!" You exclaim, pointing vigorously at the pancakes arranged into the shape of a snowman.
He softens slightly at your excitement, a smile tugging at his full lips. "You're falling for the advertisements, baby. Capitalism's dream victi—" he huffs in amusement when you swat at his shoulder with a mittened hand.
"Shut up! You don't even know what capitalism is, okay. Please just get a yummy Christmas pancake and let me worry about the governments corruption." You quip with a broad, taunting grin, and he scoffs, dropping his gaze back to the menu.
"Maybe I want a regular pancake," he mutters bitterly, glaring at the bypassing waiter, a new hire at the Diner you frequent. He handed you menu's, unaware that you were notorious visitors and your orders were already engrained into the staffs brain. Adam was deeply offended.
You roll your eyes affectionately. You're just happy to be back home. For the past two months, you and Adam were temporarily living on a ranch in Montana, for the filming of his new movie. It's a small-town, hallmark romance.
He plays the mechanic that fixes the female main characters old rental car when it breaks down in the mountains. The cynical, grumpy brother of the love interest.
Adam's acting career tanked shortly after it began. Even though you'd been open to traveling across the country, the world even, to make his dreams come true, he refused to leave New York. Refused to dislodge you from yours and his home just to be in a couple mediocre movies.
His agent skillfully convinced him into auditioning for the latest hallmark movie— Ray brings it up constantly, tearily laughing to his coworkers about how his friend is a side character in a sappy Christmas romance— and he got a role. Not the role. But a role.
It was better than playing tree #3.
You would've been proud regardless; he's worked laboriously to be stable enough to pursue his dream career, let alone be talented enough to gain attention from agents and hiring agencies. He's doing swimmingly, considering life handed him the short end of the stick and he was rowing through the horrors with it, miraculously keeping afloat.
"Sorry about the wait, you guys ready to order?" The waiter announces, screeching to a halt at your booth when he noticed the look of mild irritation sprawled across Adam's face.
"Yes," Adam's tone is clipped, as he adjusts the scarf you'd bundled around him. "Pancakes and a side of bacon."
"You don't wanna try any of our holiday favorites?" The waiter lilts hopefully.
"No." Adam states, stiffly handing him his menu. The waiter accepts it grudgingly, flashing you a sheepish smile.
"Sorry about him. Thought I'd treat the Grinch to breakfast," you quip, granting Adam a secret smile, as the waiter guffaws, his booming laugh echoing through the diner.
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Beautiful Liar | Adam Sackler
Fanfiction"I told you, that when I commit to something- I really fucking commit." Escaping your unsupportive family and provincial small town, you flea to New York to establish your career as a Journalist and conquer your alcohol addiction; only to be thrown...
