Lucy? He would have to remember that. It seemed the most friendly out of the bunch towards him and he would have to make a note to avoid it next time he came over. Especially if it was going to shred half its hair all over his new jeans again. Typical dogs, not caring, that you may or may not have stop eating for a week to pay for ‘said’ jeans. Not that Justin had gone without eating, but it did make him consider getting a part time job somewhere. He wasn’t the type to mooch of his mother’s money forever. Besides it wasn’t exactly the best opener at social events, what do you do for a living? ‘I live off my parents trust fund, they gave me.’ Even if he was still, kind of, a student.
Justin opened the oven for a quick peak, they looked fantastic, he had always been very picky when it came to food. “Rum? Good choice, Hannah.” Rum, oh sweet alcohol, he needed it a lot whenever he was around Hannah, so it was good she had been the one to suggest it. He didn’t want any sort of pattern making itself obvious for her. Even if his own behavior being different around her, was pretty obvious.
“Nearly finished packing? How long you leaving for again?” He knew she had mentioned it a few times, but it never really ever sunk in. Or maybe, he just wouldn’t let it.