It was May the 13, 2015. I was a pulling into mcdonalds. My favorite song, Up all night to get lucky, was playing. I didn't want to get out of the car because this song was my life, but I had to bite into a juicy hamburger.
I walked into McDonalds to see an enormous waiting line and sighed. This would take forever. So as I was waiting in line I put in my earbuds and turned on my fav song. Without knowing, I sprung out into dance. Everyone. Looked. At. Me. I was so embarrassed, the fact that I was now the first in line didn't help either.
"How may I help you," asked the worker abruptly, "uhmm. I'll take a double pounder meal with a chocolate milk please.." I said sheepishly. "Ight."
She gave me my food, and when I turned around, I saw the most handsome thing looking at me.. he was so charming.
"H-hi I'm O-owen.. who are you?" I whispered.
" IM GREG," he said back.
The way he said it gave me life, brightened my day. I just wanted to hug him. But I didn't. Instead, we walked to a booth together and began to eat.
Greg ordered a triple pounder, while wimpy me ordered only a double pounder. I loved the way he ate it, so masculinly and preciously. It was outstanding. I drank my chocolate milk.
While admiring this beauty I lost track of time.
"OH CHICKEN NUGGETS!" I nearly screamed, "IM GONNA BE LATE!"
I quickly got Greg's number, and left. I wanted to give him a hug but resisted. Man it hurt to not give him a hug.
