Re: Electronics Shop Apartments: Shiloh F, Alex W
Since Alex had no reason to believe that the smile was anything but winning, that's how he viewed it coming from Shiloh. "I...don't eat so good either," Alex said, thinking of the chips and pop he'd left on the table in the dining area outside the room. It wouldn't be bad to eat a fruit or a vegetable every now and again that wasn't a potato chip or the fruit filling of a Pop Tart. "Books might help," he said with a thoughtful little tilt of his head. "Any idea what you'd like? I could prolly start watchin' some stuff online to get an idea of what might not be too hard for me."
"Heath," Alex repeated, pretty sure he hadn't talked to anyone named Heath before. The name seemed familiar and he wondered if he might've stumbled across it some other way - maybe Mal or one of his other friends had crossed paths with him in a public post. Still, he wrote the name down, in a scrawling, tiny, nearly illegible script that seemed to match the way he spoke, with all the letters mashed up together. He was pretty sure he spelled it correctly. "I'll definitely ask," he said with a grateful, even bright smile. "Thanks again." Part of him probably understood that it was self-serving, if Shiloh was going to be eating the food that Alex was going to try to cook. Though really, it was in all their best interests that it didn't wind up a disaster.