Two different world

siks

I'm chipping on my nail polish, bored out of my mind on this uneventful Thursday night at Cowboy Joe's. I'm on drive-thru duty tonight and I served a grand total of seven clients in the last three hours.

Fortunately for my sanity, Irin and Nop are also working tonight so that gives me a little distraction from time to time, even though they're both usually working in the kitchen and therefore are constantly pretty busy.

I never really got why there had to be one person specifically assigned to drive-thru duty anyway. I mean, the more practical way to do it would be to send whoever's free at the moment to take care of the drive-thru instead of paying someone, usually me, to stand there for hours, doing nothing like a moron. Plus, we're not allowed to have books or do homework so it's pretty much me and my thoughts along with the occasional clients.

For the last few days, me and my thoughts have come to mean me, thinking about the mystery that is Freen Sarocha.

I can approach the question under all the angles I want; it seems I'm truly unable to come down to some kind of conclusion on Freen. It frustrates me, because I hate to feel helpless in front of a puzzle. And a puzzle, Freen is certainly one.

Ultimately, I guess you can label Freen under "Hot and Cold". One minute, we're all talking and laughing about things and the other, she's being a bitch and running away without any further explanations. Not that I care. I don't. But still, I did nothing to her so there was no need for Freen to snap at me like she did on Tuesday. Do I look like some kind of punching bag? A moron in a cowboy outfit, yes. A punching bag? No.

I can't deny though that, to me, Freen is probably the prettiest girl in school; brown straight hair that looks incredibly soft, amazingly long legs, cute nose, kissable lips and those eyes, those damn tantalizing eyes. And the way she dresses. And the way she walks. And the way she sexily bites her bottom lip, even though there's not a hint of dirtiness intended. And the way she seems to be oblivious to most guys, and some girls, practically drooling whenever they get a glimpse of her. Freen doesn't seem to know it, but she could have basically anyone in college.

I straighten up on my seat, clearing my throat, suddenly all too aware of the dangerous way my thoughts were heading towards and the fact that right now, I'm one of those people drooling over Freen Sarocha.

"Fuck." I mutter under my breath, twisting my back until I hear a satisfying cracking noise. "Stop that shit now Becky."

I'm about to head to the bathroom for a quick break when the red light above me lights up, signalling a car's waiting in front of the drive-in menu.

Readjusting my ridiculous cowboy hat, I press the green button on my mic, putting on my best cheerful voice.

"Welcome to Cowboy Joe's! May I take your order?"

There's a brief silence before an uncertain voice fills my ears.

"Hm... One large fries please."

Freen? My heart starts to beat a bit faster, and somehow I'm suddenly all nervous. I haven't talked to her since Tuesday. Shit. I'm not the one who should be feeling guilty.

"One large fries then! Is that it?"

"Y-yes, thank you."

"You may proceed to window one to get your order." I turn towards Nop who's currently waiting for me to give him the order. "One large fries Nop, thanks."

When I turn back, I instantly meet Freen's eyes through her opened window.

"Oh. I didn't recognize you Freen." I give her a tight smile before busying myself with the cash register. I have no clue as to why I'm acting like that but I feel the need to let her see she just can't get away with everything just because she's popular.