F/N = First Name
L/N= Last name
I sat in this 70's themed looking restaurant with bright lights and checkered floors. Pretty generic, looked like it belonged somewhere in a Grease scene. I had been waiting by the counter for ages, I was starving and I wanted my fries.
A man sat next to me and waited for a cashier. He had brown hair and wore an aviator jacket with the name Jordan sewn into it.
"Well Jordan, I'm fairly sure they're low staffed and you won't get your order anytime soon" I told him
"How do you know my name?" He asked
I pointed to his jacket.
"Either that's your name or you stole or borrowed that jacket"
"Oh yeah haha" his laugh was cute "my names Hal, Hal Jordan"
"My names F/N, F/N L/N." I said
"Cute name" he said
My face heated up, I mean I thought this Hal guy was pretty cute, he really is. I had this really awkward silence.
"Heh thanks, you too" I said
"Yeah, but Hal isn't as cute as F/N" he said.
Then he looked at his watch and got wide eyed
"OH SHOOT IM GONNA BE LATE" he shouted, "I work for Ferris Air, but hey give me a call some time" then he wrote his number on a piece of paper and gave it to me.
"I will Jordan, I definitely will" I said.
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FanfictionI wrote one for Young Justice but I specifically wrote this one for characters outside of Young Justice and other stuff. Enjoy my meaningless writing.
