patchymills:

Can I ask who you are, Sir?

Sorry. The name’s Alex. Alex Darling.

patchymills:

You are very good, Sir.

Thank you.

pretty-stella:

Well, you didn’t so much tell me as I offered, but thank you. I’ll just stay out of your way in my own row.

You any good, kid?

pretty-stella:

I come before my shift sometimes. Sorry, did you want me to go? I didn’t mean to interrupt.

 

No, stay. Not my place to tell you what to do.

patchymills:

You didn’t look proud with your perfect shots.

Just keeping on top of my game. 

patchymills:

[Feels somebody’s eyes on him and turns with an eyebrow raised] Everything alright, kid?

pretty-stella:

Oh. Wow, nice shooting.

Thank you… I didn’t realise anybody was usually around at this time in the morning.