Milkshake •Eddie Munson

Chapter Two: A Chocolate Shake

As a week passes, Desiree worked her ass off to get the things she needed for her apartment. She worked nonstop and went home with at least two hundred dollars a night. Desiree had grown rather fond of her coworkers but she mainly befriended Dawn because they were very much alike. Working together daily was a blast for them and after work they both liked to sit in a corner booth and gossip about tables they had, boyfriends, coworkers they don't particularly like, and personal drama. Something about Dawn reminded her so much of Neil, Desiree's best friend, who she hadn't seen in weeks since he's been on vacation in Europe.

As it was now five in the afternoon, Desiree and Dawn cleaned the diner since it was empty. "Okay, I have good and bad news, which do you want to hear first?" Dawn asks as she leans on the cash register and looks at Desiree. Desiree scrunches her face, "Always start with bad news, everyone knows that." Desiree answers as she fills the salt shakers. Dawn nods and helps Desiree fill the shakers as she began to speak, "It's just you and I serving today." Dawn put forth and Desiree shoots her head in the direction of her southern friend, "The fuck? Why?"

Dawn smiles and giggles, "Now onto the good news, Cheryl called in which is why it's just us today." She states with a wide grin on her face. Desiree does a victory dance and smiles widely, "Oh thank God! You have no idea how much she pissed me off two days ago. I swear that bitch can't handle having more than three tables in her section." Desiree spoke as she screwed the lids back on the shakers and began to set them on their designated tables. The girls share a laugh and continue to talk about their shared disliking of Cheryl.

The bell rings above the door and Desiree hears the sound of a group of boys walking in, laughing loudly and rough housing each other as they made their way to a booth. Desiree turns to Dawn, 'Is it your turn or mine?' Desiree mouths and Dawn looks at the group of boys and points to Desiree, "They're in your section, buttercup." She replies as she went back to wipe the counters with a rag. Desiree nods and walks over to the table while looking down at her apron, grabbing her notepad to write their orders on.

She clicks her pen and approaches the booth. "Evening, boys, I'm Desiree, and I'll be taking care of you today!" She smiles while flipping her notepad to a clean sheet, "Can I start you off with some drinks?" Desiree asked before she looked up and froze at the sight of the group of boys. There sitting in the booth was Steve, but he wasn't alone. He was with four other boys; two teenagers and the other two were around the same age as him. "Steve, hi." She awkwardly chuckles while shifting her stance. "Hey," Steve weakly smiles as he taps on the side of the table, hoping his friends don't notice the awkward tension between him and Desiree. Unfortunately, he was wrong because he heard two of his friends snickering. "Henderson, Byers, shut it." He hisses while kicking them under the table.

Desiree raises a brow as she watches them until her eyes meet the shaggy-haired brunette beside the one called Henderson. His eyes were a beautiful chestnut brown, and he was kind of cute. She quickly looks away when she feels the stare lingering for more than a second. The boys continue laughing until Desiree loudly clears her throat, and they stop. "If you three idiotas are done, I have a job to do," She asks while looking at Steve with her hazel-colored eyes, "So, what can I get you guys?" She asks again sternly, and Steve nods when her eyes glare at him. "Right. Sorry, Desi. Uh, I'll have a Coke," He says and looks at the guy next to him, "Jonathan, what about you?" He asks.

While Desiree writes Steve's drink, she looks at Jonathan, "I'll have a Dr. Pepper, please," Jonathan
smiles before looking at the one across from him, "Eddie?" He asks while looking at the shaggy-haired guy Desiree looked at, but he doesn't answer Jonathan because his attention is on someone else. Eddie couldn't stop staring at the beautiful waitress named Desiree. His eyes meet hers again, which causes him to smile. Suddenly he feels someone kick his leg, and he snaps out of his trance, "OW! What the fuck?" He asks while quickly looking at his friend.