"Nice belt." Her voice wasn't completely sincere. In fact it sounded sarcastic. Sarcastic and rude.
Jimbo snatched the belt from between Laura's fingers, looping it into his jeans, eyes angry but mouth silent. One of these days, people would have to stop treating him this way. Like a low-ranking human being.
"Why are you so cranky? I just let you get to third base with me. Wait, let me guess, you're late for work? Where's that? Krusty Burger?" Laura chuckled as she slid off the kitchen counter and padded toward the fridge. Jimbo cursed under his breath when he glanced at her and saw she was still mostly naked, save for her unbuttoned shirt hanging loosely on her.
When no reply came from Jimbo, unsurprisingly, Laura turned around and leaned against the fridge, holding a bag of grapes. Her next remark was stopped before it even started by Laura's phone ringing and she walked over, positioning herself between Jimbo and the phone as she answered the call.
"Laura."
"Miss Powers? This is Belle."
Laura nearly choked on a grape and she grabbed her shorts and rushed to the other side of the apartment, slightly huddled. "Ah! Belle. Hey. What can I do for you?"
"We spoke two weeks ago about you coming here to work for me? I've had to re-arrange some things and you're on tonight."
"Tonight? Um, yeah okay, sure! That sounds good. I'll be there, no problem!" She let out a small grunt as she stepped into her shorts, trying to re-dress herself one-handedly.
"Alright, we'll see you then. You start at 10. Be here by 9." Click.
Laura tossed her phone onto the couch and could finally use both hands to button her denim shorts. She looked over at Jimbo, wondering if he'd heard anything, but he seemed uninterested. Or maybe that was just his usual vacant expression. "Were you eavesdropping?" she asked him, straight out.
"No," he stammered. "I was stealing your grapes." He swallowed what was in his mouth. "They're good."
"Keep them." She said shortly and came back to the kitchen, fumbling with the buttons of her shirt as she was walking at the same time. When she was within reach, Jimbo wordlessly offered to help her with the buttons, but was rejected by having his hands shoved away. "Look, I gotta go soon and I don't know what you think this was, but I think I can safely confirm that it's not."
He looked at her, almost incredulously, which was a stretch when it came to his range of expressions. "I wasn't thinkin' anything," he started, before he was interrupted by a quick chuckle from Laura.
"Figures you weren't. Look," she paused and grabbed a pen from her messenger bag by the kitchen counter and she took hold of Jimbo's hand. "Here's my number. Save it on your phone, but don't use my name. Don't worry about me, I'll find yours on my own and I'll call you some time. Don't call me first. Seriously. Don't. I'll call you." She scribbled her number on his hand and glanced up to meet his eyes.
Jimbo nodded. "Got it." It wasn't a great deal, but then again, getting to keep secrets from his friends could prove fun. Before he knew it, Laura was pushing him out of the apartment and he was left in the corridor, holding the bag of grapes. He looked at the penned number on his hand, then at Laura's door, then he smiled a little to himself before he started down the hall.