The waiter and the girl continued to see each other outside of the restaurant.
The waiter thought he was falling in love.
The girl knew she would break his heart.
The waiter came up to her in the restaurant.
"What would you like?"
"I was thinking maybe onion rings," the girl said.
"Why on earth would you order those," the waiter asked.
The girl shrugged, "maybe so that a certain waiter won't get any ideas about trying to kiss me because my breath would smell so bad."
The waiter smiled.
"Even if you ate onion rings everyday," the waiter said, "I'd still try to kiss you anyways.
The girl blushed.
"I'll order medium fries."
