I blinked in surprise, nice hair? My hair isn't nice, I've been told every day of my life that my hair is a rats nest, a calamity, a disgrace. Were these teens teasing me?
I stuttered out a thank you, then resumed collecting their glasses for refills. In a sudden burst of confidence, I spoke up as I passed the beautiful girl with the curly Auburn hair.
"it probably takes me longer to do mine than yours." on the outside, I had a confident smile and a swing to my step, internally, I was screeching at myself about how much of an idiot I was, but the girl didn't seem offended, the entire table laughed and grinned, poking at each other and teasing the girl who had complemented me.
With an idiotic grin on my face, I balanced my tall stack of cups and sauntered back onto the bustling kitchen and placing the empty glasses into the sink before rushing off to fill new ones.
As I scooped ice cream into the clean glasses, I felt a strange tug, like an invisible hand had pulled me towards the large table at which the pretty girls were sitting. Odd.
I looked to the table, and saw a couple girls making double handed peace signs and tapping them together, like weird double bunny ears. The pretty girl was doing it, but as soon as she stopped, the hand stopped pulling, and the strange urge to dash over to them abated.
Absentmindedly, I grabbed a tray and placed about half the root beer floats on top, I'll have to make two trips to deliver them all, which meant I got to see her twice, which I'm fine with.
I stopped at their table and started passing the floats around, making sure I had enough to give one to her.
I tried to hand to it her, but she was looking down at her phone, a girl called "Abby!" and she looked up, excepted the glass, and gave me a stunning smile.
Abby. What an amazing name.
