Alr so I thought of this little oneshot thing, and I wanted to make it a reality :) (also cuz I'm gay but shhhhhhhhh)
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I walked through the food court, pondering what to feed my craving stomach. I decided on an Asian cuisine place called Oriental House. I sighed at the sight of a long line, but it seemed to be going quickly, so I didn't mind as much.
As I suspected, the line went smoothly, and before I knew it, it was my turn to order. I glanced at the menu, deciding on a simple Lo Mien.
"Hey, what can I get for you today?" The cashier asked. I turned to face them, but quickly froze. They had medium length brown hair, gorgeous eyes, and freckles spotted along their otherwise pale face. The name tag on their apron read "Reagan", and it also had "(they/them)" written on it.
"Uh, I'll get a small Lo Mien, uh, please!" I quickly stammered, unable to speak properly. They, Reagan, looked down at the computer in front of them, pressing the small screen.
"Alrighty! That'll be $4.58! Cash or card?" Reagan asked, and I pulled out my card to give them. They accepted it and ran it down the edge of the device. It made a happy-sounding noise, and Reagan handed the card back to me.
"Okay... here's your receipt," they spoke after writing something at the bottom. I didn't question it, just grabbing the slip of paper and smiling. "Oh! And what's your name, so I can call you when your order's ready?"
"Soph," I simply put, to which Reagan nodded.
"Alright! I'll call your name when your order's all set!" They chirped, and I couldn't help but blush a tiny bit. I walked away from the register and to the side with the label "Pick-Up."
For some odd reason, I decided to check the receipt that was given to me. My jaw couldn't help but drop once I saw the handwritten note at the bottom of the paper.
Reagan- ***-***-****
The writing was very neat yet medium sized. I admired it, slightly staring.
Before I knew it, I heard someone yell my name. "Order for Soph!" Reagan bellowed. I ran over and snatched the bag that contained the noodles. "Did you check your receipt?" They said with a wink. I nodded, unable to form proper words. They laughed at that, "Be sure to text me sometime, you seem really cool!"
"Yeah, I- I will!" I spoke before rushing off. My mind traveled at a million miles per hour, thoughts mainly of the afab I had recently met. I tried to shake off them, but it was nearly impossible. How could one person possibly ever be this gorgeous?
"Woah, woah, woah! Soph, chill out!" A voice called, and I looked up to see my friend I had come to the mall in the first place with, Brenna. To be completely honest though, I didn't have to look up much, as she was a lot smaller than myself.
"Oh, sorry," I muttered, "I'm kinda half in, half out right now..."
"Oooh, any particular reason?" Brenna inquired, "Perhaps a boy?" She spoke by dragging out the "o" sound.
I couldn't help but sigh. I felt bad for not telling her about my true self, but I couldn't bring myself to. Especially since I'm from Padiddlyboing, Ohdawhydaho, aka the most conservative place on the planet. I knew that Brenna wasn't like that though, but I still couldn't gather the courage.
After a while of pondering, I spoke. "No, it's not a boy, haha!" I mean, technically it was the truth, but I couldn't let on further.
Brenna had a confused expression, but seemed to just shake it off, "Alright, whatever you say, let's just go to the Vans store!" She started skipping off happily, and I silently sighed out of pure relief. I followed after her, pondering how Reagan's shift was going and when they got off.
