I don't trust nobody
It's the stress. The stress of the impending storms. The stress from what happened. The fact that she hasn't really talked to anyone about it besides Phoebe. None of her usual costumers knew anything besides that 'she was sick'. Not missing. Never say missing. Maeve takes a breath, closing her eyes for a second as she tries hard not to scratch back. She doesn't want to fight with him. He's nice for the most part. Nice enough. A little cocky and sort of an ass, but it's more annoying than anything.
"You don't get to call me names outside of work, Locke." Even if she did kind of like it. Maeve looks down at her list, wanting to focus back on the task at hand, but he's still going. She looks over at him, eyes running over his face and taking in the way his jaw seems to tick. It's subtle, but enough for her to see that he's just as irritated. "Fine. Deal."
She extends her hand to him, waiting for him to shake it and seal their little arrangement.
"You don't get to call me names outside of work, Locke." Even if she did kind of like it. Maeve looks down at her list, wanting to focus back on the task at hand, but he's still going. She looks over at him, eyes running over his face and taking in the way his jaw seems to tick. It's subtle, but enough for her to see that he's just as irritated. "Fine. Deal."
She extends her hand to him, waiting for him to shake it and seal their little arrangement.
and nobody trusts me
Maeve
