phan || kik au

t w e n t y e i g h t

•dan•

I patiently waited another four minutes, and then I finally worked up the nerve to go ask one of Phil's coworkers where he was.

"Excuse me?" I cleared my throat.

In front of me stood a girl no more than seventeen. She had fiery red hair, with orange tips blending in. She had bright green eyes, which actually complimented her hair very nicely. She had a few freckles painted across her skin, overall she look really pretty.

Too bad I'm gay.

She was wearing navy blue shirt tucked into her white apron that was tied around her waist. She had paint covered skinny jeans on, and "hipster" glasses.

"Fake prescription?" I accidentally said out loud.

"Actually, they're real. I just so happen to like the frames. Now are you here to insult me, or are you going to order something?"

Well she wasn't taking shit from anyone.

"Um, actually I was looking for someone?" I say, but it comes out more like a question.

"Damn, you haven't even ordered your food yet and you're already asking for the manager. That's gotta be a new record."

A women passing by scolds her. "Katrina. What did we say about speaking that way to the customers!" The women says, sounding appalled.

Katrina mutters a quick "sorry Cass" then turns to me.

"Guess you missed her."

"That's okay, because I actually wasn't looking for her."

"Oh? So who where you look for?"

"Philip Lester?" I try to say, but it once again comes out as a question.

"Who? Oh Mikey. MIKEY!"

I sit there confused as I'm pretty sure I said Philip. A man about twenty or so comes out. He's got red hair too, but his is obviously died. It'd be cool to have hair like that.

He's wearing what looks like a guy version of what Katrina is wearing, except his apron was slung over his shoulder.

"I'm off work Kat, don't speak to me."

"Wow dickhead. Where's the other Mikey?"

"How would I know?"

Kat gives "Mikey" some kind of look. He sighs. "I'll go get him."

Thirty-eight seconds later Phil walks out of the kitchen with his head leaning back complaining.

"Kat, what do you need? I was building up my self confidence before-" Phil stops when he sees me.

"H-hey, Dan."

"Hi Phil. You ready?" I ask, standing up. I surprised and proud with myself with the sudden boost of confidence, not stuttering at all, unlike Phil.

But hey, when he did it it was cute.