𝐏𝐥𝐨𝐭-𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 (𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬)

He Was Mine. And I Was His.

You were working as a Dunkin' Donuts drive-thru assistant. You went to the microphone and uttered in a tired voice while your eyes were slowly closing. 'God, why am I sleepy? My shift started like an hour ago!' You thought to yourself. Until the customer's voice lit up your face.

"Hello, welcome to Dunkin' Donuts, what can I get for you?" You uttered in the microphone.

"Uhh.. yeah... I-uhh... I will order two chocolate frosted donuts... please." The man stuttered. His voice. Something about his voice. It's so... familiar?

"Two chocolate frosted donuts? Alright. Anything else?"

You heard some whispers far away. The man was in the backseat but there was someone in the front. talking. You've heard both voices before. A female voice? And a male voice. Crap. This car better pull up because your curiosity could kill.

"No thank you." 

You turned the other way and found a car. It was another customer. A fat white lady comes in with her blue shirt saying "Smile to the world and the world will smile back." Karen. She bought the whole damn shop. Eighteen chocolate donuts and two hot Spanish coffees. Even the car seat would break. She didn't follow what the shirt said. She wasn't smiling. She was angry. She had a little chat with another employee talking about her "diet" and how chocolate can be healthy for a thinner waist. Bullshit. 

You sighed in tiredness and looked from the indoor window. There they were. The customer that was talking with you a few minutes ago. He was in the backseat. He stared at you. You stared back. Confusion. 

"Alright have a great day!" The fat white lady said, beaming from ear to ear.

"Excuse me, y/n, handle this next customer while I go to the bathroom." 

You nod and take the two chocolate frosted donuts that he ordered. 

But who's he? When his car got closer, you then realized.

A female in the front seat. The woman you saw at a party trying to turn you jealous by touching your boyfriend. The woman that tried to do anything to take him. To touch him. To look at him.

And there we go. The man she tried to have. Your ex. In the backseat of the car. Looking at you like he was forced to be here. Being ashamed for even existing. He looked at you like it was your fault. You were like any other cookie in the jar.

While that hoe on the front getting mad when she noticed you were looking at him. 

Your ex. He was mine. And I was his.

Now he's forcing out his feelings, fucking another woman not having an inch of shame.