Scott recoiled. “We?”
“Yes, I’m willing to be the one who pushes it up there.”
“Because that really is the hard part, isn’t it?” Scott shook his head. “I draw the line at pineapples.”
Thomas glanced at the pineapple on the side. Scott looked too, then gawped in shock.
“Wait… I thought you were joking?”
“Of course I’m joking.”
Thomas took the cucumber to the chopping board. “You see me holding a cucumber and you assume it’s going up your arse?”
“It’s not?”
Thomas glared, then cut the cucumber in half.
“But one of the requests –”
“That is not our niche.”
Scott sat down at the table. “What are you doing then?”
“Making us sandwiches.” Thomas pointed the knife at the pineapple. “And a fruit salad.”
“Oh.”
The bread, butter, ham, pickles, and lettuce on the side suddenly made sense.
“Don’t we need to…” Scott shuffled. “Make more videos?”
Thomas paused, glancing over at him. “The videos we’ve put up are doing great. Remember what I said about quality over quantity.”
“But we’ve only got five more days.”
“Then what happens?” Thomas asked, tilting his head.
His eyes pinned Scott in his seat.
Scott shrugged. “That’s the target I set myself. 100K in a month.”
Thomas resumed making the sandwiches. Scott bit his lip, thinking of a good argument to get Thomas back in the studio for another shoot. More videos meant more money –
“Do you remember the sandwiches in Brixton?” Thomas asked.
Scott grimaced. “Ham and lettuce with barely any ham and slimy lettuce, and houmous and cucumber with that strange tang to the cucumbers.”
Thomas’s lips lifted into a smile. “I thought I’d be nostalgic.”
He gestured to the plate of teeny sandwiches he’d already made, ham and lettuce by the pink and green Scott could see, then continued to make his cucumber and houmous ones.
“Nostalgic?” Scott lifted an eyebrow. “You do remember the rumours about the cucumbers, right?”
“Of course I remember.”
“Grown in HM Havisham, the women’s prison, and they passed the cucumbers from cell to cell toadmirethem before shipping them off to us.”
“So many guys jerked off to that bullshit.” Thomas shook his head. “Did you believe it too?”
