![]() His only hope was that his cousins and uncles bagged their lunch so that he would have a chance at getting a decent lunch today. He grabbed his tool belt and hardhat and headed for the door, already in a pissy mood at the prospect of starving. Looked like he was hitting the coffee truck today, he thought unhappily. ![]() He'd forgotten to go to the store last night. "Aw f**k," Trevor muttered when he opened the fridge to grab his packed lunch only to remember that he didn't have one. "Hey, don't judge me! Those bastards had it out for me!" "How exactly do you get banned from a pizza delivery place?" She couldn't help but roll her eyes at that little announcement even as her curiosity got the better of her. "And as a thank you for hooking you up with a job you'll of course return the favor by ordering pizza from Black Jack's at least once a week for me," he said, sounding quite pleased with himself. "Oh," she said, feeling slightly less touched. ![]() "Well," he said, yawning loudly, "you could use the work, my uncle needs the help, and you don't piss me off as much as my other tenants do." "Why would you do that? You don't even know me." ![]() She couldn't help but feel a little touched. ![]()
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