Nothing could beat the feeling of walking down the street, the soft wind blowing your hair, the beautiful sound of LA traffic, the insane assortment of people that wandered the sidewalks shouting about how the end is near and repenting is key.
Despite the atrocities, it really was beautiful in the middle of the day, people were working and kids were in school.
"Hotdogs! Get your hotdogs!" A loud voice infiltrated over the sound of your headphones that were softly playing Melanie Martinez. You followed the sound to see a very tall man, dressed in a hot dog costume holding them in his hands and shouting profanities at the passers by who weren't buying them.
"Hey you! Yes, you. Come take a look at my buns!" He smirked at you. You pulled out your headphones and slowly walked over to him, narrowing your eyes cautiously. You were pretty hungry and he was damn attractive.
"So...what've you got man?" You asked, peering behind him to get a look at the hotdog stand.
"I've got a whole lotta sausage."
"Can I just get a regular? With mustard please?" You nosed them up, fishing around to find your purse.
"You can and on the house, you can have my number too." He smiled, a small dimple forming in his cheek as he began to put together your bun.
"I'll just take the food."
"So you're just using me for my wiener?" He pouted and you couldn't help but notice his lips looked incredibly soft. He was cute but you weren't looking for a date right now.
"'Fraid so pal."
"Okay how about this? If I make you laugh, you give me your number." He propositioned. You frowned at him but nodded in agreement.
"Did you sit on a pile of sugar? Because baby you've got a sweet ass." He grinned like a goon but you didn't smile. That line blew. "Not that line. Okay how about this: are you a transformer? because you are optimus fine." You couldn't help yourself at that one and a small giggle escaped your lips. "That was a laugh! He jokes, he scores! Well, not scores. I mean, maybe if it goes well, no pressure. Well it'd be great, sorry but you're hot." He choked out quickly. His rambling was adorable.
"You're cute." You grinned at him as you wrote down your number on his hand.
"Maybe if the date goes well you'll see other huge weiner I have." He winked seductively at you and balanced his weight but as he did he lost his footing and lunged forward, squeezing the mustard bottle as he did, getting it all over his face and causing you to burst out into a fit of laughter. "Well this has been great. See you soon." He smiled through his embarrassment as you walked away, still howling with laughter.
