"Welcome. To. McDonald. How. May. I. Help. You?"
Odd...Her voice sounds different today.
I pulled up and like always she scowled at me.
"Oh for the love of-"
"Just let me explain," I interrupted her.
"What do you want???"
"I only want to be friends."
"Friends? Friends?! You have got to be kidding me. I don't know you and I don't CARE!"
Behind her stood her manager with fumes coming out from his ears and nose.
"Rose Whyome..."
She got in trouble again.
All because of me.
She was about to close the window when suddenly I stuck my hand out.
"Wait," I pleaded for just one more second, "I don't want to sound cheesy but I think you are a great person no matter how cold you are towards me," I gave her a sincere smile. "I like how you are."
She scrunched her nose and closed the window.
I really really like her.
Just wish she could like me back...
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Short Story#1 in mysteryguy 1/19/19 "Welcome to McDonald, how may I take your order?" Rose nonchalantly spoke. "Well...." "Sir?" She turned to the window and right in his car, smirked a very handsome face. She hates working at McDonald. like really hates it. S...
