The Bad Boy's App

Three G's

"I can't believe I have Flora Greensteen in a crowded public place in the daytime." Mel nudged me while sipping on an iced coffee that I'm sure had more than just caffeine. Still started with 'C' but it was definitely not as legal as caffeine. 

I scrunched my face in an attempt to keep my awkward seagull laugh inside. "You know what, I'm just here to get some exercise." Dramatically, I swung my arms like some of the grannies around us who were swinging their arms during some intense power walking. Mel snorted while trying to force the liquid down her throat. Her freckled face became a light shade of red as she lifted it into the air to let gravity to do its job and get that drink down. 

"Remind me to never drink around you." She coughed, blinking the tears out of her eyes.

"Okay but you're going to have to remind me to remind you to not drink around you." I laughed as well as she did but the joke was on her. I somewhat had a terrible memory when it came to little things like that. 

Her mouth made a small 'o' when her eye caught a small Chinese restaurant. "Flora." She hissed into my ear.

"Huh?" I tried to match her hushed tone though there wasn't really anyone near us.

She pointed to the little eating area. "I'm going to so destroy that Chinese place." Her strong hand grabbed onto my wrist and tugged me to the innocent eatery that was about to get a beast that they wouldn't be able to consume. 

A man whose lit up as bright as the sun was ready to take our order once we walked over to him. He had a pen and paper ready, eager to take down whatever requests we asked for. "Welcome, how may I help you?" The man did not know that he was about to regret saying those words in front of Melody Hamilton.

I stepped up first because I already knew that I just wanted the meal marked as number one. It looked small and something that would cater to the lack of appetite that had taken over my stomach. "Number one please." I said, clearly with a smile on my face. Internally, I wanted to give myself a high five for not awkwardly messing up while saying my order. The guy nodded and then looked at Mel.

"Yeah, I'll have number one, three..." she paused, resting her hand on her sharply outlined chin. "Flora, should I get the number five or six? Maybe both?" She whined at not being able to decide. 

"Six." That one stood out to me the most plus it was an even number so why not?

A sheepish smile spread her thin lips as she sat in the seat in front of me. Her hands were full of the tray that held three of her meals that slowly slid off the sides and onto the plastic. She gawked at the food once the tray slapped the table. "Shit."

"What?" I asked, rolling my food with my fork that I knew that wasn't going to be used a lot that day.