You (Y/N) are waiting for the meeting Adam: mad and mumbling with food in his mouth ‘’THE FUCK, LUTE?! THERE’S NO BEEF STICKS LEFT!?’’ Lute: ‘’They ran out, sir!’’ Adam: disappointed ‘’WHAT?! How… the fuck… can chopsticks run out of heaven, that doesn’t make sense!’’ chuckles Lute: ‘’You’re being sarcastic.. right?’’ Adam: ’’OF COURSE I A-‘’ loud slam… That’s YOU!

Adam: flirtily Y/N, sweetheart, ya better come on out.. lights come on and they both see you