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>"I'm going on break bossman." I nod over to my manager. He rolls his eyes at me. No fun allowed. I get a nod of confirmation regardless. I whip off my visor and step out back. This coffee shop attire is a real drag. Not nearly as big of a drag as what I'm about to do to this nice leafy "cigarette" I've got stashed here.
>I start to light up when the back door opens.
>"That you Jason?" I call out to see if it's the manager. It's the part-timer troodon woman.
>"Oh uh, no..." her voice is quiet as she steps out. "I'm Tarja... I started part time a bit ago." If I don't strain my ears I can't hear her at all. Must not be used to speaking much. She's a bit on the older side but whatever so long as she's not a narc.
>I eye her up and down as she steps out back with me, leaning against the wall.
>"You smoke?" I wiggle my little thc stick at her.
>"No I don't smoke cigarettes." she nods no at me.
>"That's not quite what I was asking. Do you, yknow, smoke. Partake." I put emphasis on the word smoke.
>She tilts her head at me in curiosity. I shrug at her and light up. Smoke fills my lungs and I relax a bit.
>"Here, might calm you down a bit." I offer her a toke.
>"Are... you sure?"
>"It's nothing bad I promise. Just relaxing."
>She very very hesitantly takes the spliff and takes a drag from it, coughing and sputtering.
>"That's... awful." she hands it back, dropping it into my hand. I flinch a bit as the ember singes a touch.
>"You don't smoke it for the taste." I chuckle at her. We take turns with the thing a few times.
>I note she's looking much less anxiety ridden now.
>"You feeling okay?" I gotta make sure my first time flyer is having a good time.
>"... yeah actually." her voice is a bit stronger now.
>"Hey guess we're smoke buds now." I beam a smile at her, disarming and inviting.
>"I... guess we are. I'm Tarja."
>"Reed's the name."
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>"I'm going on break bossman." I nod over to my manager. He rolls his eyes at me. No fun allowed. I get a nod of confirmation regardless. I whip off my visor and step out back. This coffee shop attire is a real drag. Not nearly as big of a drag as what I'm about to do to this nice leafy "cigarette" I've got stashed here.
>I start to light up when the back door opens.
>"That you Jason?" I call out to see if it's the manager. It's the part-timer troodon woman.
>"Oh uh, no..." her voice is quiet as she steps out. "I'm Tarja... I started part time a bit ago." If I don't strain my ears I can't hear her at all. Must not be used to speaking much. She's a bit on the older side but whatever so long as she's not a narc.
>I eye her up and down as she steps out back with me, leaning against the wall.
>"You smoke?" I wiggle my little thc stick at her.
>"No I don't smoke cigarettes." she nods no at me.
>"That's not quite what I was asking. Do you, yknow, smoke. Partake." I put emphasis on the word smoke.
>She tilts her head at me in curiosity. I shrug at her and light up. Smoke fills my lungs and I relax a bit.
>"Here, might calm you down a bit." I offer her a toke.
>"Are... you sure?"
>"It's nothing bad I promise. Just relaxing."
>She very very hesitantly takes the spliff and takes a drag from it, coughing and sputtering.
>"That's... awful." she hands it back, dropping it into my hand. I flinch a bit as the ember singes a touch.
>"You don't smoke it for the taste." I chuckle at her. We take turns with the thing a few times.
>I note she's looking much less anxiety ridden now.
>"You feeling okay?" I gotta make sure my first time flyer is having a good time.
>"... yeah actually." her voice is a bit stronger now.
>"Hey guess we're smoke buds now." I beam a smile at her, disarming and inviting.
>"I... guess we are. I'm Tarja."
>"Reed's the name."
cont one more.