Wow. Those eyes. That honey brown hair. The white teeth that look like they've never touched food. That scar behind his ear. And I notice all these things.
"Hello? You there? Ma'am? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry. Where were we?" I try to snap out of the trance.
"Um... Welcome to McDonald's, how may I help you?"
"Can I get a McChicken please?"
"Would you like anything else? Like a drink, my number, fries? Something like that."
"Um, a drink please." Wait a minute. Did he say number?
"Wonderful", he says adding it to my order. "Or I can get your number. Or is that to fast forward?"
"Uh...uh...", I try to drag this out.
"Hey Jordan? Could you come here?", A person in the back says to him.
I turn around to get my cup filled with Coke. What was that? Does he like me? Or does he look at every girl like that? Is he playing tricks with my head?
"Order 136? Order 136?" What's with all these damn trances?
I speed walk to the counter.
"Here you go", he says handing me the bag. Making our hands touch. Tinglely.
"Thank you", I flash a small smile.
"Anytime."
As soon as I get in my car to see something on my bag.
How about that number? Well, if its too forward here's mine.- Jordan from McDonald's
P.S. Nice frown. Maybe I can fix that.
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RomanceAnna, she has her secrets. But so does Jordan. They fall in love but they have a connection, a different connection.
