"How the fuck do you know how to pick a car lock, Mella?"
"I used to steal and sell cars in exchange for drugs."
"Wait, are you fucking serious-"
"I'm kidding, babe. I'm too soft for that."
"I honestly would've believed you."
"Do I seriously look like I steal and do drugs?"
"Well..."
"Hey!"
"I'm kidding, Mella. You're literally a muffin."
"I'll just take that as a compliment. Anyway, my dad works with cars. Repairs, customizing, detailing, all that stuff. I grew up helping him out in our little business."
"And your mum?"
"She's a P.E. teacher and choreographer. She's why I'm into cheerleading and ice skating."
"So you're a barista, manager, cheerleader, ice skater, masseuse, and car mechanic?"
"A lot of things you don't know about me, huh?"
"I got all the time in the world to listen to every detail."
"Too early to be cheesy, don't you think?"
"It's called honesty, Ms. Manager."
"I'm beginning to understand why my coworkers are still head over heels for you. You're pretty good with words."
"Guess you could say I'm good with my mouth, huh?"
"Too bad, I prefer your mouth shut."
"How about you shut mine with yours?"
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