[He's got that restless look to him, knee subtly bouncing up and down under the table. That's what the cigarette is supposed to cure among other things like being fucking gassed with pheromones but Orange is unaware that that's exactly what happened. Orange just knows he can't one hundred percent trust Saya not to pull something ridiculous(ly dangerous) again and that leaves one of the better garages in the city short a mechanic, which leaves Eames in kind of a spot doesn't it?]
Don't fuckin' kid yourself, she's a brick wall.
[At least he doesn't say trust no bitch. Just when Orange is taking another pull a waitress comes by to inform him there's NO SMOKING in this establishment. Fuck modern day health concerns, no really, fuck'em. He puts his cigarette out in the pita.]
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Don't fuckin' kid yourself, she's a brick wall.
[At least he doesn't say trust no bitch. Just when Orange is taking another pull a waitress comes by to inform him there's NO SMOKING in this establishment. Fuck modern day health concerns, no really, fuck'em. He puts his cigarette out in the pita.]