You sat across from Jax at the table, candlelight illuminating the room as he played with his wine glass boredly. It was silent between you two. He looks up at you, only to meet your curious gaze. He begins stuttering and forcing what he thinks is a sly smile.

Jax: So, you got any, uh…secret hobbies?

The truth is, Jax couldn’t care less. He was sent by the group to distract you and steal the access card you kept hidden on your person. He only took you out to dinner in the first place as an excuse. He was using your own need for attention against you, really. How sad.