My Pleasure

Aww How Sweet....Not for Long

*Flashback*

"Hello, welcome to Chick Fil A! what can I get started for you?" The handsome young man said from behind the counter. 

Wait a minute why is he looking at me weird? Oh. Oh no. I'm not blushing right now am I? No yeah I definitely am. Nobody just looks at someone with concern on their face and a slight grin across their lips. I should probably order now.

"Hi, could I get a number one combo with extra pickles and a root beer no ice please?" That wasn't so hard. 

"Yes ma'am. Can I get a name for the order?" He asked as I fumbled for my card.

"Y/N"

"Your total is $6.95, you can place your card in the pin pad." He said with a fond look on his face.

 I very quickly put my card in and began typing my code. I really need to get out of here before I embarrass myself even more.

"Alright, your food will be out shortly," He said. 

What is his name? I have to squint to see his name tag before I responded.

"Thank you Blade!" That wasn't too enthusiastic right? 

"My pleasure Y/N," Blade said, his eyes lingering on mine before helping the next customer.

I have been sitting at this booth for about 10 minutes when I hear my name called. I am desperate to get out of this overstimulating hell hole, so I practically run to get my food and leave. Not before snatching a quick glance at Blade. To my slight surprise Blade is already looking at me. Oh shit. This is going to be interesting.

It goes on like this for a couple of months. I go to Chick Fil A for lunch every Friday (I have food points from school I need to use). He grants my every wish. I say thank you. He says my pleasure. My eyes linger. His eyes linger. I am always tempted to just give him my number. However, I don't want to seem too forward, and what if he doesn't actually want to get to know me? He might just have a little staring problem y'know. 

"Thanks Blade," I said with less enthusiasm than I normally do. 

I feel so stuck right now. I don't have the easiest life. I mean it's not horrible, but it isn't great either. Blade doesn't know that, nor does he deserve to be victim to my shitty attitude. With that in mind I give him a little smile.

"My pleasure Y/N," He said gently. 

But he was also holding out a sticky note to me. Huh, weird. I took it and went to sit in my normal booth to wait for my food. When I got to my seat I put my bag down and took a look at the note. 

"(561)-567-8431     text me if you please"

Oh my god he did not. I am smiling so big right now and I don't even care what people think. This cannot be real. I pinch my arm just in case. Yeah it's real. I embody the word speed and quickly save his number in my phone. This just made everything worth it.

Blade                                                                                                                                                                                    Y/N