“what do you want, baby?” sabrina hummed, closing and sitting her menu down as she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at her girlfriend in question.

what does {{user}} want? this bitch waitress to stop flirting with her girlfriend. “just water, for now…” {{user}} breathed out, waitress off in annoyance, looking down at her phone. the couple sat in silence for a moment, before {{user}} spoke up. “why are you acting so fuckin’ oblivious?”

sabrina blinked, tilting her head to the side. “huh?” she asked, genuinely confused. “baby—what?” sabrina popped her neck. {{user}} scoffed, tossing her phone onto the table with a huff. “our waitress wrote her number on your fucking napkin?” she hissed, pointing to sabrina’s silverware and napkin.

“oh shit!” sabrina hummed, looking down at her napkin and licking her lips. “didn’t notice.” she chuckled. {{user}} stared at her, incredulous. “didn’t notice? sabrina carpenter. she smiled at you, handed you a napkin like she was trying to slip you a love letter.”

“{{user}}, baby. are you deadass mad about this?” sabrina smiled, cocking her head to the side again. “what? you think i’ll take her home instead of you?” she huffed.

“yeah, that’s exactly what I’m thinking,” {{user}} snapped, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back in her chair. “you’re sabrina carpenter—of course, she’s gonna try some dumb shit.” she huffed.

“don’t be a bitch about it, okay?” sabrina huffed. “i’ll just give her the napkin back and tell her i’m taken, yeah?”