[ s c o r e. The brief fumble has Jack smiling wider, purposefully warmer - even a fuzzy caterpillar ambling by can't dent this oh-so-charming look. (Even if he steps out of its way because oh my god gross.) ]

Pretty sure the kind of accountant I'm thinking of is supposed to manage your money, not take it away. [ For dumb stuff like public education or whatever. Lame. He's teasing, though, tugging off his gloves. ] Maybe next time I'll get to see you in a suit, huh?

[ There is a painful amount of subtlety going on rn. Totally. He shrugs towards the bike though, brows raised. ]

Didn't tell you I had a bike either, right? We can stick to coffee if you don't ride. My place isn't far from here either, if you still want a drink.

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