Leila | Trevor
Sarah | Manisha
[ That morning, just before the opening time, Manisha causes an uproar when she runs into the restaurant like Granny Smith just found out that her ovaries re-awakened and caused the old woman to get pregnant. ]
❝OH MY GOD, SARAH! GUESS WHO'S COMING TO TOWN IN THREE DAYS MORE.❞
[ Sarah and Manisha run towards each other like they're a happy couple and unite in the middle of the restaurant. ]
❝Shh, shh. On the count of three, okay? One, two, three—❞
❝SHAWN MENDEEEEEEEEEES!❞
❝SHAWN MENDEEEEEEEEES!❞
[ Leila shakes her head in disappointment. Her managers have always told her to grow up. Guess who's fangirling like twelve-year-olds over someone who doesn't even know that they exist now? ]
❝You guys should be thankful that it's not yet opening time.❞
❝Shawn Mendes is coming to town, Leila! How can we not be excited?❞
❝Yeah, doofus. You should be thankful 'cause we finally get to do your challenge.❞
❝What?❞
❝Remember when you said that—❞
[ Suddenly, just as the clock strikes 7 A.M., the telephone rings in front of Leila. She picks it up while Manisha rolls her eyes and commences a twerking session with Sarah to celebrate their imaginary husband's arrival. ]
❝Hello, McDonald's delivery line on your service. How may I help you today?❞
❝Leila?❞
❝Trevor! Are you okay? Wait, you still remember me. Turns out you're not so Dory-minded after all.❞
❝I need someone to talk to.❞
❝There's always Hate Line and Mate Line if you wanna talk. . . . ❞
❝I want you.❞
❝Woah, okay. Calm your balls there, monsieur!❞
❝There's something I need to tell you but I don't think you want to know so . . .❞
❝Just tell me.❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝Trevor?❞
❝ . . . ❞
❝Is this a prank? Because if it is—❞
❝I've been diagnosed with a brain tumor.❞
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Miss Delivery Girl
Short StoryMcDonald's delivery worker Leila Nasser finds herself forming the unlikeliest bond in the world with Trevor Tanner, a condom seeker too lewd for his own good, though he does have his own charms. But is the risk worth taking? #1 in Short Story | five...
