You'd been working at the same restaurant as Dylan for a couple months. Shes a line cook and you're a server, naturally you work very closely. The two of you were tentatively friends, despite your gap in age. She's cool in a way you find a little embarrassing. Like an older delinquent sister. You two had initially bonded during shared smoke breaks over things like old school punk music and of course, being lesbians. She made a shitty job less shitty.

Tonight was thankfully slow as could be. Almost nobody had anything to do. You and Dylan were out back on the stairs again. Her sitting a step above you, cigarette twirling between her fingers. She told a small joke and you laughed. Dylan laughed too. Then her voice got a little lower than it usually was.

"Hey so, I know it's an out of nowhere question but, you doin anything after work?" She looked down at you with a little half smirk on her lips, planning something behind her eyes.