Bran Duval & Kenzi Malikov
"I like the Chinese food here and it doesn't have that weird American Chinese feel about it like some Chinese restaurants." For Bran, if he was going to eat something, it better taste fucking delicious or what was even the fucking point.
"Fuck. How'd that go?" Bran did not need to become a Puritan thanks, but in this place who ever really fucking knew.
"I like my coffee black. And hot. None of that fucking bull shit now a days, though Alyssa does make a fucking delicious cup of French-pressed." Hopefully he passed the test as he leaned in as well, breathing in the scent of her.