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Ashton Irwin

"Welcome to Charlie's Diner how may I take your order" I said dully to the girl in front of me.

"Can I get a pinapple mango smoothie please?" She said with the biggest smile ever.

I kind of irritated me. Happiness.
I shivered at the thought.

"That'll be 3.69, mam" I said blushing down at the thought of the dirty number.

She handed me the money while giggling and noticing my action.

"Name?"

"Ilan"

"Unique" I blurted. Oh, fuck me.

"Thanks, I like to think so myself" she said while turning to walk away.

I wrote her name down on the receipt and pinned it up on the clothespin.

I walked away and leaned on the counter and admired her as she sat in the back both with her nose stuck in her phone.

Her brunette wavy hair was in a ponytail, she had the most beautiful olive tanned skin. She kinda looked asian.

I pushed my thoughts aside as the bell rung telling me her smoothie was done.

I waltzed my way over and placed the smoothie down and said,

"One medium pineapple mango smoothie for ilan, am I correct?" I said flashing a smile.

"Mhm" she said returning the favor.

I slid in the seat across from her, and I stared while she drank her smoothie.

"You need anything?" She said snapping her fingers in my face.

"Oh, yeah, i-uh better get going but do you, uh, want my number?" I asked while walking her to the door.

"No thanks, my girlfriends waiting for me gotta go" she said pushing the door open and giving me a small wave.

I stood there with my jaw on the floor.

It's not the first time anyways.

I groaned and sat in the booth behind me. I really needed to step up my game.

I, Ashton Fletcher Irwin, hate my life.


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