Finger Lickin' Good

Precious Nourishment

"I am so hungry, my job should really start paying me more." I said while walking back to my dorm. I legit have no clue why I even decided to go to college, I major in Linguistics, and minor in psychology. What the hell kind of job is that going to get me? Anyway, I should graduate in a year so it's not like I can back out now. I might as well finish and make all this debt at least a little worth it.

"Should I stop to get food?" I said in my mind. I only have a can of peas and cereal with no milk at my dorm and I am really hungry. Maybe I should stop and get something?

Right as I thought that thought a big sign comes into my view: "KFC." Y'know what, that actually doesn't sound too bad. I walk over in the direction of the building and stop at the crosswalk. I press the button and wait for the stickman to give me directions. Luckily for me I only have to stand there for a few seconds. As I cross the street my stomach growls and I speed up. I speed up to a sprint and by the time I walk in the door I'm so out of breath that the person behind the counter runs to me with a cup of water.

"Thank you." I say struggling to breathe. The poor dude looks like he's just seen a ghost.

"Do you need me to call the cops? Was somebody following you? Are you hurt?" The young adult said. He truthfully sounded petrified so I should probably answer him before he makes a false call.

"No no, I'm okay. I was just really really hungry. I don't get paid very well and I don't exactly want to eat a can of peas for dinner.'' I say a tad sheepishly. Saying this out loud sounds very pathetic.

"I'm sorry. How about I give you a meal on the house?" The boy said with a smile. Did he actually just offer me a free meal?

"Oh I couldn't take that. I'm nothing special so I'll just pay like everyone else has to." I responded. He didn't seem to like that answer though.

"I insist. How about we count it as paying it forward. You do a service for people without getting paid much, I get paid pretty decently, so I have the means to cover the bill." He said. Damn. He makes a good point actually.

"Fine I'll take it. This is so kind of you. What's your name?" I asked him. This time fully looking at him. He looked about my age. But something was a bit odd. He has white hair. I'm not saying people can't have white hair but literally all of his hair is white. His head hair, eyebrows, beard, and mustache was all white. Granted he might have just dyed it, but why white?

"Oh sorry how rude of me. My name is Harland, but everyone calls me Sanders. What's Yours?" he said with a hand out. I grabbed his hand so as not to be rude.

"Well hello there Sanders. My name is Y/N." Okay what the fuck was that. 'Well hello there Sanders.' Who says that? Apparently I do.

"Introductions aside, what would you like?" He asked me with a slight chuckle. To be completely honest I forgot I was getting food. Despite the odd hair color, he was actually very cute.

" Um. I haven't been here in a long time so you can pick." I really need to get a grip on myself.

"I can do that. Give me a few minutes and I'll be right back. Feel free to get more water or any other drink you'd like." He instructed with a bright smile on his face. I seriously cannot be crushing on this dude I just met. I am aren't I?

He walked away to the back to get my food and I walked to get some more water. As I walk to find a table my phone buzzes. Oh no. Surely he hasn't found me? There's no way. I take in a deep breathe and pull out my phone to see a text from an unknown number.

"Watch your back sweetheart. You are mine and always will be mine. If I can't have you then nobody else can have you. I haven't found you yet, but I will. I have eyes everywhere. Play your cards very carefully my love."