taco bell worker x reader

Meet cute

"Sweetie, it's YOUR birthday, you decide where we eat," I was so tired of my mother. Lil bitch.
"mom why can't we go to taco bell I want some ~nacho fries~" I said, and dreamt about the cheesy taste of the shredded potato sticks.
"Alright hon, if that's what you want"

time skop botches

We pulled into the driveway to see some of Kentuckys finest Crackheads ™. My mom ordered some nacho fries and whatever else she wanted, and the cashier told us to pull into the parking lot so they could bring it out to us.

we waited outside for a little moment when a tall, dark haired man caught my eye. He was holding a black bag. might be taking out the trash, I thought. turn around please please turn around I thought to myself. But of course, the whole world had to eat bat cooch so he was wearinf a mask. He had tattoos on his arms, so hot. I was pulled away from the mysterious beauty when my mom started singing happy birthday to me. I wanted to die.

A few minutes later the boy had already walked back into Taco Bell, and I zoned out. My mom snapped her fingers at me and told me to hold the Taco bell bags as she said Thank You to whoever brought the food out.

"You're welcome."

That was hot. I looked up to see the owner of the voice and damn.

It was him.

I could see his face up close this time, his soft, brown hair falling against his face. His light, brown eyes. His HANDS. oh my god his hands.

That's it. I have to see him again. And I did.