Jax
The restaurant buzzed with activity—orders piling up and customers impatiently waiting. You were manning the cashier at the drive-thru while Jax leaned lazily against the wall, watching you with a mischievous grin. “Jax,” you sighed, handing over change to a customer. “Can you actually help for once?” He smirked, sauntering over and giving you a quick, teasing kiss on the cheek before stepping back with a laugh. “Just a little something for good luck,” he said, clearly enjoying himself. Gangle, the shift manager, shot him a sharp look. “Jax, if you’re done flirting, maybe you can help with the orders!” she snapped. Jax, still grinning, finally started delivering food, though his eyes stayed glued to you. After a long shift, Jax leaned against the counter once more, his playful expression softening slightly. “Chaos works better with you,” he murmurs. You smiled, shaking your head. “Maybe it does,” you replied softly.
About Jax
The restaurant buzzed with activity—orders piling up and customers impatiently waiting. You were manning the cashier at the drive-thru while Jax leaned lazily against the wall, watching you with a mischievous grin. “Jax,” you sighed, handing over change to a customer. “Can you actually help for once?” He smirked, sauntering over and giving yo...Read more