Mr. Perfect

Chapter 11

During my long run I decided to head over to the Chick-Fil-A, at the end of the beach, and grab some lunch.

I pondered to my self, how was I even going to pay for this... I started groping random places I would put money, if I were to have some, such as my shoes, short's waist band, bra, and lastly my pockets. Like always, it was in the one thing I didn't check. I found a $10 bill in my pocket and headed over, to the now much closer, Chick-Fil-A.

As soon as I entered I noticed it was fairly empty to what I was use to seeing it packed everyday, back home. There were about 15 people in there, 5 were employees, 5 looked like they were either running or heading to the beach, and the other 5 looked like they were going somewhere fancy. Maybe a wedding. Folding my arms, I got in line waiting for my turn.

The lady in front of me ordered quite a lot of food, thus making me wait forever. Once she stepped aside I took my turn.

"Welcome to Chick-Fil-A.What can I get yo-," the deep voice from behind the counter said.

"Hi, can I get a number one with a large Coke?" I said turning my face from the board to meet his gaze. He was gawking at me, and in not sure why. I'm wearing ugly gym clothes and my hair is a mess. I looked down at the ground to not make him feel embarrassed for me catching him.

"Oh, yes, a number one with a large Coke," he repeated back and I shook my head yes.

"Okay, that'll be $6.30." I handed him the money and he brought me my food a few minutes later.

"Here Ya go," he smirked at me and handed me my tray, in the corner I saw he had written his number on a napkin. I looked at him and smiled letting him know I saw it.

Turning around, the place was emptier than it was when I first walked in. I took a seat next to the window and started eating my delicious looking food.

Like a normal person, I started scoping the inside of the restaurant. Mentally judging everyone. No one really looked familiar, I scooted to the side a bit and looked in the back seating and saw a couple making out, and upon seeing that I looked back down at my food, not wanting to finish it, but I did.

I threw the trash in the garbage can but slipped the napkin with the guys number on it in my pocket, just cause, and walked over to the bathroom, that happened to be right beside the gross couple. Like couldn't they go somewhere more private?

I walked in, washed up, fixed my sorta messed up hair, and walked back out.

Once my foot hit the side walk leading to the same path I had come from I started running again. It felt good, I haven't ran in about a week. The way the wind skims past me, the sound of the ocean, and the smell of the salty air made it worth it.

Once I approached the hotel I looked at the life guards post, waving at Danny, who barely noticed me because he was busy, and went back into the hotel.

I could hear my family from the elevator, typical. I walked in, informed my mom I had eaten already. Then went to the bathroom immediately jumping in to wash up before my date.

I have about 2 hours left, that should be enough time. I blow dried my nappy, wet hair, and threw it up in a messy bun to straighten later. We're going skating, so natural makeup should be good. Once done, I started straightening my long hair and by the time I finished I had a few minutes to spare. I rummaged through my still packed suitcase and put on my favorite skinny jeans and cute white sheer shirt with a white tank top. I threw on some red vans, and walked out to the living room.

"You looked cute," my mom said, admiring my outfit.

"Aw thanks, I'm gonna go meet him downstairs."