“You’ll probably get annoyed at m-mine too.” he admitted. “I mean I’m. I’m not perfect I can be a bit of a slob and I can be up all night painting sometimes and forget to eat b-but this will work! ….right?” he asks quietly, unsure, watching her.
“Slob and forget to eat?” she asked, tilting her head. “That sounds a bit more like me.” She giggled, tucking some hair behind her hear and blushing. “It’ll work..I don’t mind weird habits since I have my own..but I guess before we do this..I should probably tell you about..what is in the box and why it was sent..and what I actually wanted to plan to do..”
“Yeah I was. Um. Wondering about that.” Jack said, looking back at the box as if it were an intruder in his domain which… in a way it was.
Jack Maple 