(Apologies on the very late reply. I was very busy this past weekend and am just now being able to reply.)

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He nodded as Skylar said that he already knew what he wanted to order before sliding the menu across to him. Jake looks at the menu for a few minutes before a waitress comes and takes their drink orders and their food orders. Jake decided to try the pub burger with some soda to drink. The waitress then took Skylar's order before saying that she would be back soon with their drinks. After a few minutes of silence Jake asks, "So, have you been staying out of trouble since you've been let out?"

Skylar watched as the waitress took Jake's order, once it was his turn he looked up at the waitress. "Pepsi please and deep-fried pickle spears." He said with slight hesitation but was polite. He looked back at Jake as the waitress walked away. "Maybe." He replied, with a slight smirk on his face. He looked down slightly as he put his hands on the table, of course picking at his skin. He then asked, "What have you been doing huh." His voice was quiet and soft. He was afraid if he looked at the man, that he would know. He needed to come up with a lie, or maybe just act really normal so he didn't suspect something. Plus, he wasn't really worried. He looked back up and smiled a bit before turning to the waitress who now had their drinks. "Thank you." He said as he took a sip of the soda.

Jake chuckled some as Skylar answered on if he had been behaving or not. "I haven't been doing much," he answered to the other's question, "just filing case papers and doing a few patrols here and there. Nothing extremely exciting like a chase or anything." He looked back up as the waitress returned with their drinks and thanked her. "Your food will be out soon," she says to them before going to tend to a few other tables. Jake looked back over at Skylar and observed him for a few minutes. He noted that he seemed to be more nervous, but he wondered if that was just how he normally acted. -Maybe it's because of this environment,- he thinks, -some people do get really nervous in restaurants or in crowded places though.- Jake decides to not worry about it for now and shrugs it off as he takes a drink of his glass.

"Sounds fun," Skylar said jokingly, taking another sip of his drink. He looked around at all the people in the restaurant, he definitely wasn't much of a social guy. He also hates restaurants, especially when they get loud. He wasn't just nervous because of all of the people, he was also nervous about being there on drugs, knowing damn well he is a cop. He shrugged it off though as the waitress came in with the food, giving Skylar another thing to be nervous about. He didn't like eating in front of people, but he had to suck it up. He smiled at the waitress before just looking at his food. He didn't touch it as he went back to drink more of his Pepsi.

"Yep, so much fun," Jake chuckles as he takes another sip of his drink. After a few minutes he looked towards the waitress as she brought them their food. "Thank you," he says to her and she nodded before quickly leaving again. Jake took one of the fries from his side and took a bite out of it. He ate quietly for a few minutes before raising a brow at Skylar, as he hadn't touched his food yet. "You good," he asks, "you have yet to touch your food. In my opinion I wouldn't want it to get cold, but you've barely looked at it. Do you feel ok?"

Skylar looked at Jake, listening somewhat of what he was saying. "yeah I'm fine." Skylar said as he picked up a spear and took a bite. He then smiled as he sat it down. "even if I don't eat all of it I can just bring it home." Sky then added as he finished swallowed the pickle. "can we go to your place after?" Skylar asked after a moment of silence. He did not want to go back to his house, plus he lives with him mom and his room is a mess.

He smiled a bit as Skylar said that he was fine and spoke a bit more. At his question, Jake nodded some and says, "Sure. My apartment should be a bit cleaner since I tidied up a bit before I came. Or at least it looks tidier to me." He then chuckled slightly before taking a drink of his soda. In the back of his head he was trying to think of something to make small talk with as he ate a few more fries. After a few more minutes he asks, "So, do you do anything for a living? I don't recall you telling me if you work anywhere specific."

Skylar hesitated to answer the question Jake had asked. "Well not really, I did have a job at McDonald's but not anymore." Skylar said and then took another bite of his food. He knew he should probably look for a job but he didn't really want to, but he doesn't really know if he wants to pursue anything yet.

(agh sorry it's a bit short)

(It's ok!)
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He nodded some and ate a few more fries. "Why don't you work there anymore," he asks, "if you don't mind saying anyway. I understand if you don't want to talk about the circumstances." Jake really didn't want to make Skylar uncomfortable by talking about his past, if it was bad and brought up bad memories. He hated making people think about bad parts of their past so he always made sure to tell them that if they didn't have to talk about it then it was fine.

Skylar was again hesitant to answer the question. "I quit because I didn't want to work there anymore," Skylar said as he continued to eat his food, his words were quiet and slow. Skylar looked up at him but didn't for long, he then took a sit of his Pepsi and leaned back. Skylar didn't want to appear boring but he had no clue what to talk about. He kept thinking and thinking of what to say. "Why did you become a cop?" Skylar then asked.