The expression of utter confusion that the man displayed was honestly, well, hilarious. That was another thing she couldn’t say it was her first time seeing. In actuality, utter confusion was most people’s first reaction when meeting Jessica. Though, at least it made for an interesting story. Andy would love this - the story of how “Jessica McAllister” really embraced the name in the boy’s bathroom. He honestly would probably just laugh at the girl and say something along the lines of ‘why am I not surprised,’.
His name was interesting though. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had introduced themselves as “Malachi.” Malachi? Malakai? how the hell was that even spelled. Oh who cared. Jessica doubted this guy would ever want to talk to her again. Which, ironically, she doubted that the other Malachi she had met - a 49-year-old man back in London who was dating her aunt - wanted to see her either after she had accidentally walked in on them getting frisky at Christmas Dinner. Oh, Aunt Becca. She really needed to stop bringing men she just met to dinner. Though… it did make things interesting.
Her mind stopped wandering when he finally responded to her, giving her practically the vaguest response in the history of responses. Though, she guessed, anything compared to the way Jessica rambled about everything and anything was a vague response. But interesting? So much could fall under that criteria. And she wasn’t kidding when she said she expected him to walk out of there the moment she pointed to the exit. What she didn’t expect was for him to ask her out. There. In the men’s bathroom. After she had spent three-ish minutes screaming in fake pleasure.
Her eyebrows shot up as she looked at him, stilling for a few seconds before bursting into a fit of laughter. “I’m…” Jess got out between her laughs “I’m so sorry I’m not laughing at you… this whole situation is just hilarious” Jessica revealed. Trying to compose herself. When she finally did, running her hands through her loose curls as she looked at him with a curious expression. “Are you sure you want to take the girl who walked into the men’s loo and moaned for the last three minutes out on a date?” Jessica questioned, placing her elbow on her knee as she looked at him. “How do I know you’re not some crazy, axe murderer who kills girls who walk into places they’re not supposed to be?” Jess said with a slight smile. “Plus you don’t even know my name.”
@Littlefeets - Possible crazy axe murderer
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