You're Like A French Fry (a transgender love story)

Fender is insane

As the weeks flew by, two months had formed.

I had informed my publisher that it might take me a while to actually afford a trip there, and she didn't seem to mind.

I walked into Fender's office, as I was told to after my shift.

"Lee! Here is your pay for the week!" Fender handed me an envelope.

It was heavy, and bulky.

"Are you sure? There seems to be a lot of cash in here. It's supposed to be a check." I do that thing, where it goes up and down, but I'm just moving it slightly. Whatever, it's hard to explain.

Fender and I had become friends over these last two months, and I have a feeling why.

I always do my job properly, unlike others. I make drinks fast, yet delicious.

I've made the accidental new drink, and now it's in our menu, booming. (I get 100% of the credit for the drink, and if I start my own business, I can quickly take it from Mel's, legally and place it on my menu.)

When someone looks around, as if they're trying to find a waiter, I will go help them immediately. Unless I'm doing something REALLY important.

If a customer is rude as fuck, I smile, and flip them off. Fender was not happy at that at first, but when I flipped them off when needed (i.e: when they make a homophobic joke, a transphobic joke, make fun of me, make fun of my fellow employees, talk shit about the LGBTQ+ as a whole, ect..) Fender grew attached to it.

I flip off motorcyclists who rev their engine IN FRONT of our restaurant. Flip them off when they're trying to "show off."

My whole gist is flipping people off, it's my thing, that's what people come here to see! And to see a bisexual couple make out after my shift. It's great!

Well, not the whole watching my boyfriend and I make out thing, but like they pay me afterwards.

Ok, they don't. That was a lie.

"Lee, hello?" Fender breaks me back to reality.

"Oh, sorry!" That was a thing that happened a lot. I would randomly daydream while making a shake, or when I'm taking orders.

Although this happens, I always get their order right, even if I didn't hear them say their order.

"I know you've been wanting to go to Ukraine for awhile now, and if you kept on working here, it would take you half a year," Fender informs, with a smile on their face. "So, I decided to give you some money as you've been a great worker here!"

I'm taken aback. "Wait, what?"

"And because of your great work, I will let you take a month off of work. I know you'll be in Ukraine for two weeks, or so, but I want your to relax. Clubs and school work has been really rough lately, as you've told me," Fender rambles.