“Oh my god,” Bea muttered under her breath, pushing hair behind her ear in an irritated gesture. She hated when people threw questions back in her face, especially when they thought they were being cute about it. It wasn’t cute. “I think I’ll pass.”
The smirk she’d been wearing only moments before slid back into something of a scowl when he had the nerve to wink at her. “Fuck you,” she said and she was mildly irritated with herself that she hadn’t put more bite into her words. Then maybe he’d realize that he couldn’t win her over by teasing. Hell, right now he’d have a pretty hard time winning her over at all. “It’s so fucking nice to know that I don’t look the type to get off imprisoning people.” That time she managed the right level of irritated.
It looked like she had found the second person in his family that got under her skin, and not in a good way. She really was trying harder than she usually would to not create a snap judgment of him, though he hadn’t done much to impress her yet.
Bea nodded curtly. “I don’t say things I don’t mean,” she told him. Honesty might not always win her friends, but there wasn’t any reason to say one thing when you meant another, she’d learned that a while ago. “You’d know that if you bothered to do more than flirt with my like I’m an idiot.” Harsh, but no one had ever accused her of having a way with words.
Before she could get the yay or nay from Zach she was headed back into the cafeteria, and rather than the line she headed for the kitchen door. It would be easier to get the things they needed that way. The kitchen staff were usually accommodating and they would understand that it was for the med staff.
“Any weird requests,” she asked over her shoulder. All business. “You know, like ‘I don’t like mustard’ or ‘just a couple pickles’, shit like that.”