"that'll kill you, you know" dan stated, slumping down against the brick wall where phil was poised.
phil rolled his weary eyes, as he pulled his cigarette between his lips again, inhaling sharply.
"i'm serious, you should stop that" dan continued, scuffing his shoes on the gravel.
"fuck off dan" phil spat, exhaling out a thick cloud of smoke in his direction
"just saying" dan shrugged in defeat
"well just don't" retorted phil, stubbing out his cigarette on the floor, flicking ash everywhere.
"you don't have to be a dickhead all the time phil" sneered dan "i've done nothing to you"
"why can't you just get the hint dan, piss off" phil said, pushing himself up against the wall, dusting off his jeans and heading towards the door to start his shift
"no" dan stated harshly, standing up to level him
"what?" phil said, taken aback slightly
"i said no, you don't get to be a twat to me when i'm only trying to be nice to you" dan argued, folding his arms across his chest, slightly impressed by his sudden burst of confidence.
"don't feel special, i'm not just a 'twat' to you" phil scoffed, forming obnoxious air quotes.
dan sucked in an angry breath through his teeth and pushed past phil, furiously knocking his shoulder against phil's.
"watch it howell" phil said, following him through the door.
"phil lester to aisle three please, phil lester to aisle three"
"fucking brilliant" mumbled phil, grabbing his name badge from off the table and heading out the door for his four hour shift.
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supermarket flowers // phan
Fanfictiondan gets a new job at the local supermarket and is faced with an attractive colleague with a horrible attitude (use of swearing and possibly a few tw's throughout)
