[ Truth be told, she's of two minds about it. It bristles that she can end up so far from home and have her disadvantages be exactly the same — she's a woman, she's young, she's biracial without a drop of that convenient white — but none of that is Frank's fault, and the offer is very kind.
The man in the fire hydrant-red coat and the bloke with the scar on his chin that somehow ended up in the backseat of her car, grey and ashen and perpetually choking on their own coagulated blood, glaring at her every time she glances into her rearview mirror? They are his fault.
But she can't exactly get squirrelly about it six texts in, can she? ]
Thanks, Frank Appreciate it
Lunch is on me :)
You like sushi right?
[ She's fucking with him. It'll be pizza or something else Grunt Grunt Manly American Men like. ]
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The man in the fire hydrant-red coat and the bloke with the scar on his chin that somehow ended up in the backseat of her car, grey and ashen and perpetually choking on their own coagulated blood, glaring at her every time she glances into her rearview mirror? They are his fault.
But she can't exactly get squirrelly about it six texts in, can she? ]
Thanks, Frank
Appreciate it
Lunch is on me :)
You like sushi right?
[ She's fucking with him. It'll be pizza or something else Grunt Grunt Manly American Men like. ]