"Oh, great, why are the hot blondes always delusional?" A seven. Please. Obviously she had some kind of visual problem. And there was no way she was a nine. Marco knew actual supermodels. It didn't mean she wasn't hot. Just that she wasn't a nine.
Marco shrugged. The water probably wasn't going to kill him. So he took a swig of it, "Thanks." He told her. Hey, he was an asshole, but that didn't mean he had zero manners. He just usually chose not to use them.
He shook his head, "Nah, I was doing this when I was 11 or 12. Way too young to pass as a waiter. Good call, though." Yeah, yeah, stealing was wrong, blah blah. But once in a while he'd wanted a damn hamburger without dealing with Jake's pity and attempt to split his allowance, or Jean's subtle 'oh my god, are you okay, Marco?' They could afford groceries (mostly), but that didn't mean Marco could cook for shit.
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Marco shrugged. The water probably wasn't going to kill him. So he took a swig of it, "Thanks." He told her. Hey, he was an asshole, but that didn't mean he had zero manners. He just usually chose not to use them.
He shook his head, "Nah, I was doing this when I was 11 or 12. Way too young to pass as a waiter. Good call, though." Yeah, yeah, stealing was wrong, blah blah. But once in a while he'd wanted a damn hamburger without dealing with Jake's pity and attempt to split his allowance, or Jean's subtle 'oh my god, are you okay, Marco?' They could afford groceries (mostly), but that didn't mean Marco could cook for shit.