a story in which timothée and norah become highschool sweethearts
or rather a story where timothèe and norah geek over each other to the max
*all lowercase is intended*
*contains mature content/triggering themes*
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amberharrison: i love it when you speak french to me baby girl
liltimmytim: vous êtes intelligent! thatgirlnorah: i hope you're actually calling me smart
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norah
"that old fuck asked for you again while you were in the bathroom," my coworker chris says.
today has been hell on earth. not only has it been the busiest day i've ever worked, but every single person that walked in has decided to be the biggest cunt ever today. i guess i should expect that from new york. and now, the seventy year old man that always manages to show up during my shift and hit on me shows up and my skin is fucking crawling. the only thing getting me through the day is my lunch date.
"at less he's about to offer me a fucking allowance of a thousand bucks a week, he needs to get the fuck out of here," i huff at him, pointing at the door furiously. thank god we were in the back and my boss wasn't here today, or else i'd be in deep shit for swearing like that.
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i take the cream cheese bucket and slam it on the counter. then, after grabbing a spatula, i slam the drawer shut.
"cool it tiger, you're going to burst a blood vessel," chris chuckles, handing me a few containers to portion out the cream cheese.
"but seriously, i just got to piss for the first time today! and steph thinks she has enough staff on the schedule? that's a really funny joke. really chris, i'm losing it laughing right now," i complain, completely straight faced. i take large globs of the dairy product and slap them into the containers, not caring if i make a mess or not.
"when's your lunch break? how long will i be covering for you while you fuck your boyfriend in the storage closet?" chris jokes with me. he really is the only reason i stay sane here. i watch as he throws raw, frozen bagels on the tray with great vigour.
