Another long day at work. The young woman sighed as she pulled over, parking her car along the busy street. [Name] had been overworked so badly for the past few days she hadn't had even had time to plan dinner for this week. Stomach growling, she did the one thing she swore she would never do: she drove up to the nearest fast food restaurant she could find. Normally she'd never eat at any of those places- she'd heard so many stories of poor quality food that she'd vowed never to eat there again. However, that was before she had to work nearly 10 hours straight with only a 10 minute lunch break. Those measly 10 minutes provided barely enough time to walk to the cafeteria then back to her office. Naturally, she hadn't had a bite to eat since an early morning granola bar.
"Seriously, there should be some sort of law against working this hard." [Name] grumbled, much like her stomach.
I need some food now!
Agitated, [Name] parked and stepped out of her car, walking into the dreaded place. She looked around; it was mildly packed, a few people here and there. There was no line to order, so she sighed and stepped up.
"Hey there! May I take your order?"
[Name] looked up at the employee, her hard eyes softening and her semi-permanent frown fading from her face. He appeared to be around her age, and with his bright cerulean eyes and messy, dirty blond hair, [Name] had to admit: this guy was cute. He was basically the definition of an American hunk. He had a big grin etched on his face, something you normally don't see on your average fast food worker. Or your average worker period.
"I'll have a salad, a small fry, and a small soft drink, please." She told him, flashing him a ghost of a smile.
'A salad?' He thought incredulously, shaking his head. Who orders a salad at a fast food restaurant? He had almost forgotten that they even served freaking leaves. It didn't really matter, he supposed; this girl was beautiful!
She paid for her food, and waited in line until he locked eyes with her once more. "Go sit down. I'll give ya your food when it's done~" He winked at her, then went on to help the next customer.
[Name] was stunned. Maybe these places weren't as bad as she'd thought? She went to sit down at a little booth made for two, checking her phone for messages while waiting patiently.
She didn't have to wait long. A moment later, the cute employee came back, holding a small tray with her order.
"If you were a burger at McDonald's, you'd be the McGorgeous!" He chirped as he set down the food in front of [Name]. She smiled a little, that was cute. Incredibly lame, but when he said it, it was cute. He looked away, then stared at the seat across from her. He was practically begging to sit there.
[Name] couldn't help it. It wasn't every day a cute guy started hitting on her.
"Hey, if you've got some time, maybe...would you like to chat for a bit?"
"Sure!" He smiled at her, making himself comfortable in the soft booth. The young man closed his eyes for a second, as though trying to remember something, then clearing his throat.
"Is your name 'swiffer'? Because you just swept me off my feet!"
[Name] couldn't help herself- she groaned aloud. The first line had been kinda cute, but this one was just lame. Was he unable to have a normal conversation? She studied him, her eyes scanning over him. Had she misjudged the handsome employee?
To put it simply, he began to panic. [Name] could see sweat appearing on his forehead and upper lip, and he began to spit out lines faster than a rapper, each one worse than the one before.
"If stars would fall every time I thought of you, the sky would soon be empty."
"If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put "U" and "I" together."
"What time do you have to be back in heaven?"
[Name] got up, looking at the server sadly. It appeared he had never talked to a woman before in his life, or he was just plain stupid. Or maybe both.
"I'm sorry, I've got to go-"
"W-Wait! U-Uhm If you were a drink size, you'd be an extra large!"
Stop the show.
What the hell does that mean? Extra large?
[Name] looked down at her body. She was a little curvy, but not overweight or anything. Sure, she had been working so hard lately she hadn't had time to hit the gym, but she thought she still looked pretty good. Obviously he wasn't calling her fat. Unless he really was a jerk. She looked at her chest....Was he really talking about her like that?!
"You pervert!" [Name] yelled, slapping him across the face. Her food long forgotten, she stormed out, got into her car, slammed the door, and drove away.
He looked at the doorway, holding his now-red cheek. "I was talking about the size of your heart." He muttered.
Maybe next time.