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Alana | Jared

"Welcome -"

"What's your hobby?"

"Good morning, Yale girl. No good morning for me?"

"You don't sound like the grumpy, pessimistic Flower Boy I know."

"Massive influx of customers today."

"That's great. Is today a special occasion I should know about?"

"Dunno. But a fat paycheck doesn't care where it came from."

"True, true. Ahem, I work too you know."

"I didn't know you were getting paid to regularly call and disturb me."

"And there he is, the rude Flower Boy. I'm a freelancer. I make custom paintings."

"You paint?" 

"Yeah, with brushes."

"I know that!"

"Hahaha. I'm pretty versatile, but personally, I prefer watercolors."

"That's fair."

"Mm-hmm. Back to the hobby question."

"Uh, I like to sketch. Anything really. Whatever I see. But I want to pursue graphic design."

"So we're both artists."

"I guess so."

"OH MY GOD, THAT'S AMAZING! WE'RE CREATIVE PEOPLE!"

"One of these days, my eardrums will give up on me if you keep this up."

"You and I. We don't wanna be like them. We can make it till the -"

"One Direction, really?"

"Ooo, you listen to them, huh?"

"Nope. Besides, they're broken up."

"I smell denial, Flower Boy. Once a Directioner, always a Directioner."

"..."

Click.

"Oh well."