bold - lucas
normal - sam[antha]
italics - toby
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wednesday 18th october 2017
5.46 pm
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"Dumbass, I still need your name."
"You're so needy."
"No, it's called work."
"Fine. It's Lucas."
"I'm gonna google you later."
"There are thousands of Lucas' in the world."
"Are they all in sinister 2?"
"Please don't google me."
"Why not?"
"Because I like this sort of friendship."
"Oh, so this is a friendship now?"
"Sam, pleaseeee?"
"God, don't be such a whiny child. Fine I won't google you. But if an actor called Lucas pops up on my screen then I'm googling them."
"Thank you. It's annoying that you can find out what I look like but I can't find out what you look like."
"You don't want to know. If I find out who you are then I'll give you my Instagram. Deal?"
"Deal."
"Right, so-"
"Yo, Samantha, where's this one portion of fries going?"
"To the guy last night. His name is Lucas."
"I served a lot of people last night."
"This is the guy that made you nearly pee your pants."
"Are you serious!? He's a complete creep!"
"Oh my god, Sam don't-"
"I know, he's been saying some weird-ass stuff to me."
"I can't go there."
"Sam, please tell him I'm not a creep."
"Toby, you'll have to go! I can't drive."
"If I die, I'm blaming you."
"Funny how everyone wants to blame you for stuff."
"Shut the hell up, vegan."
"So, your real name is Samantha?"
the cooks takeaway has ended the call