"Hey Viv."
"How'd you know it was me?"
"I recognised the number."
"Makes sense."
"Don't you ever cook at home?"
"I can't cook."
"How old are you?"
"Who's the stalker now?"
"Just asking."
"Seventeen. You?"
"Turning eighteen next week."
"Oh my God! Are you excited?!"
"Not really. I'll be working."
"Oh. Bummer."
"Yeah well at least I can count on you to keep me company."
"You know it!"
"So, the taco usual?"
"Pack in some Doritos too please."
"On it."
YOU ARE READING
Taco House of Love
Short Story"Hello, thank yo-" "Yeah, yeah cut the crap. I'd like to order a large pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and garlic bread on the side." "Uh, ma'am.. We don't sell pizzas." "What are you talking about?" "You called the Taco House. We sell tacos." "...
