Teen Life ~ Remastered

She took her own drink and had a few sips, glancing over at him. "Well?"

He shrugged. "It's nice."

"It's nice? I used £350 tequila in that for 'its nice'?" She snorted softly. "I have won awards for this stuff."

He shrugged. "Hey you asked."

Anastasia just frowned at that, focusing on her own drink in silence then.

"Sometimes using the cheaper products not only save money but also flavour." He advised.

"Don't," She replied sharply. "You don't want to be scouted then my business is none of your business."

He shrugged. "Just some advice."

"Finish your drink and leave." She replied calmly, getting to her feet. "You've croased a line." She added before walking away.

He finished the drink, leaving, walking back the way that they drove.

(( Well that went terrible lol ))

((I know.... Maybe she could come to his work after a few weeks, let her cool down, and ask him where he would know to get cheaper ingredients? Say she was curious))

(( She wouldn't though. She doesn't care about cheaper ingredients. She's proud of her business and wouldnt change it for anyone, yet alone someone who she feels is snubbing everything about her lifestyle )))

((he didn't really mean to upset her, he just offers advice, he wasn't really snubbing her, he just said he was happy being poorer and stating the fact that she was rich))

(( Its how she took it. She wouldn't go to him asking about cheaper ingridents anyway

((then what do you want to. Do? He offered advice, she didn't take it, now she won't talk to him))

(( The advice he gave insulted her. She's proud of what she built on her own and she was exciting to share her own drinks with him and he just hurt her. She isn't going to go running to him when he has hurt her, whether he realises it or not. Only option would be them bumping into each other rather than seeking one another out. Maybe one of them is upset over something and the other one sees them sat on a bench? ))

((sounds good, I actually had an idea for a story for him))

(( Ohh ok then lets do it. You first? ))

(yeah sure))
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It had been a few weeks since they had seen each other, Cohen had been working almost day and night to earn his living. It had been a hard few weeks, things had gone from bad to worse and now he was sat on a park bench, his thirteenth coffee in a take away cup beside him, empty. He was staring into space.

Anastasia was walking down the street, grimacing as she struggled to undo her umbrella as the rain began to come down in a hard shower. As she rounded the corner she paused as she saw the bench, tilting her head to the side and watching him for a moment. Eventually, she plucked up the courage to move over, sitting herself down beside him and holding the umbrella over the both of them. "Hi there,"

"Hey to yourself." He told her, helping her open the umbrella fully.

"Ah, yeah. It'll work better like that, hm?" She joked lightly. "Thanks."

He nodded. "How's the business?" He asked.

"Fine, it's always fine." She shrugged dismissevly, "Not much to talk about there. What about you, you waiting for a taxi, a person?"