Leaning against the wall of the hallway, Zach just smiled. “Trust me, I’ve got every intention to stay on your good side,” his tone was honest and lacked even a hint of joking. “Especially if you carry that switchblade around with you all the time.” Last thing he needed was to be put out compassion by a pretty girl and her switchblade. Yeah, that would kind of be the last injury he would ever want to have to explain to the rest of the staff in the infirmary, although he thought his pride might end up more injured than anything else.
Zach shrugged. “Maybe, but then again maybe not,” all he really cared about was that his staff had remained healthy through all of this. If he believed in God he’d be thanking him, but since he really didn’t, well, he was just going to thank fate for that one.
“As much as it might surprise you, I am actually a thoughtful kind of guy,” he replied with a good-natured smile, well aware that to some people he could seem selfish because of his cocky behavior. “Touché, everyone has kind of become accustom to actual meals.” Some could say they were all spoiled, but Zach kind of figured if they were living through the end of the world, well, they might as well be able to enjoy it.
The question made sense, and she hadn’t been the first person to ask it. “Not really,” it was a simple and straightforward answer. Unless Zach was contagious there was very little risk to the people he interacted with outside of the infirmary. “So your dreams of confining me to the infirmary are kind of dashed,” Not that he actually thought she wished he would stay in the infirmary, but he made the joke anyway.
Apparently it was kind of becoming his thing to run into women just outside of the cafeteria, not that he was complaining about that or anything. Both women so far were definitely easy on the eyes, although they had both also managed to call him smarmy. He was going to focus on the positive in this moment, though.