“good to know you’re a self-proclaimed hot shot?” sometimes she didn’t mean to be rude; it just poured out of her mouth without a second thought. couldn’t really help it when he told her that he was kind of a big deal. “must be nice to get what you want, though. i have no idea what that’s like anymore.”
“give me a day,” he said, arms folding behind is back. “one day and you’ll have whatever you want. no strings attached.” maybe there would be a few strings, but why should that matter? “— think of it as a good gesture.” the only one he’d ever give this year, but good all the same.