<strong>Name: </strong>Jack Harth<br/><strong>Time: </strong>About eight months ago<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elena<br/><br/><strong>"Maybe. I some times think if He's there, I've done something to get on his shit list... which, I imagine, is quite long."</strong>He chuckles after finishing speaking.<br/><br/><strong>"You don't have to pay me back. It's nice having some company for a change. I don't have many friends."</strong>Which probably seemed odd, given their own interactions.<strong>"And if you're ever hungry, stop on by again. The only thing I'll ask you to do is try and quit the booze. I know it's trite, but I've seen it ruin lives."</strong>Hell, if it wasn't for him, it could have ruined her life that night. Could have even ended it; and that thought spooked him.<br/><br/>He became quiet as he began to eat his own burger. Despite having the roughened exterior one would expect of someone who drove a motorcycle fast, and spent many nights in a biker bar, he showed a shocking degree of table manners. He ate quietly, and while he wasn't a slow eater, he wasn't gorging, either.<strong>"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."</strong>He'd say between bites.