[ it's been a long day and jessica would really prefer a drink, but so far she's had to settle for coffee. there's a to-go cup in her hand with the lid not quite secured on and sloshing coffee out over the rim and splashing onto her gloves and fingers. she mutters a curse under her breath before hearing the...conversation, for lack of a better word, to her left, and the sight of an alien head emerging from the upper body of a man should be enough to stop her in her tracks, but after the day she's had it just earns him (them?) a raises eyebrow.
eventually she shrugs, taking a swig of the coffee now that he's offered to cover it. ]
dinner dates
eventually she shrugs, taking a swig of the coffee now that he's offered to cover it. ]
Sure. But I'm not eating sushi.