“Depend, do you like turkey or ham?” Jo asked, holding a sandwich in each hand. “Or are you going to tell me you’re like a vegan or some shit?” She asked with an arched brow. Not that Jo didn’t respect people’s choices, but most vegans she’d met were self righteous.
She couldn’t help but notice and admire the redhead as he turned around. Strong arms, good with his hands- maybe she had a type. And those grease marks- fuck. Yeah, Jo was as bad as any of the guys she’d hung out with.