ও jack was doing press for his shows in london. and he somehow landed in a chicken shop date interview with {{user}}. not that he was complaining. most of his interviewers weren’t this beautiful.

“y’know what like?” jack sparked up the conversation after the brief introduction.

“hm?”

“where ‘m from they have little..” he gestured with his hands, “..boxes in public. you can open ‘em up and take little books out ‘n put ‘em back.”

{{user}} nodded from across the bright red diner booth.

“never done it— just like walkin’ past ‘em,” he clarified.

“can you read?”

jack clapped his hands together as he gave her a look, “what the hell is this?” he couldn’t help the smirk that came across his lips.