[ pretzel sleeves 😒 ]

There sure fucking is. I'd really love to not share any more dreams, but - whatever. [ she sighs heavily. ] Still - I appreciate it, man. You don't have to do shit for me but here you are doing it anyway.

[ a beat. she leans down and reaches behind her under the counter, grabbing a bottle of wine. it's the same kind she sold him the other day. she shoves it towards him. ]

Here. Take this, don't argue. Thanks for checking up on me.