{ zach jensen }
Joey’s in Zachary’s opinion, which is the only one that mattered to him, was the best sandwich and sub shop to exist on this side of town. It had food for everyone and it tasted amazing. It was one of the few places that he could never get tired of eating at. The staff was friendly and it was one of the few restaurants that his family had no ties too. The boys lived two completely different lives, but in this place they were one in the same. They were just two friends eating and it was nice. The car came to a stop and Zach unclicked his seatbelt. Raise my hand?’ Reluctantly, he did as he was told, raising his right hand and then he laughed at the following statement. He was not going to swear that. Zachary does not make promises he cannot keep. If there was ever a time that he needed to fight and Jayson was around, he was going to fight. So instead Zach just smiled. ”Nice try, JJ.” He dropped his hand and completely ignored his ‘advice’ on leaving the his currently dangerous lifestyle. He was not going to have this discussion again.
Zachary took his seat across from Jayson when they got into the restaurant. He already knew what he wanted to order, but he quickly glanced over the menu just in case there was something new worth trying. Jayson ordered and Zach sat the menu down. He looked over to the waiter with a smile. ”Philly cheesesteak with a coke, but no ice.” He handed the menus over to the waiter. ”Lemme get a bag of ice for my hands too.” If he didn’t deal with that now then his knuckles would be swollen. The waiter nodded and left their table. Zach’s gaze returned to Jayson.
”You’re dressed nice. You must have come from work.” He stated, nonchalantly. ”Did I pull you away from something important or were you already hightailing it home?” Zach would feel bad if he had pulled him out of a meeting or something. He didn’t want his life to inconvenience him.