9th September 2009
And when i get back—cake! :) x
Yazid snorted.
“Wipe that smirk off yer face,” Tracy said. “S’not decent, you making eyes at yer boyfriend’s texts when the rest of us ‘ave to be single and lonely!”
“Jealous,” Yazid drawled lazily.
It was dead in the pub. Absolutely dead. Not a customer in sight, and quite frankly, one of those days where two people was overstaffed.
“What’s he saying?”
“Promising to bring cake over tonight,” Yazid said. “I’m cooking because he’s feeling too lazy.”
“Good practice,” Tracy sniffed.
“Don’t take his side!”
“When he’s right, he’s right,” she sniggered.
The phone beeped again, and Yazid grinned as he unlocked it—then scowled.
Leave him or I’ll make u.
Not a-f*****g-gain. Yazid rolled his eyes and clicked out of it. Ever since finding
