Was That too Rude?

Lunch. (Chapter Four)

You rose awake, to witness that there was no man that had shaky black hair that fell over his forehead. "Joji..." You whispered, your brain weakening as you loosened your fist to itch your eye that became a pain. You turned and looked down, finding a yellow sticky note that was stuck to your side, making you very confused. You picked the small paper, the glue that was stuck against the booths seat now pulling. The note had clear as day hand writing as you looked around to see families with their fast food, and to also see the barely touched burger that you had gotten. You looked at the note, bitting your lip. "Got a business call. You have no work today, by the way. Ian will pick you up, call this number." Under the sentence laid a scatter of numbers that you pulled out your phone for, forgetting it's still dead. You groaned, knowing now you will have to scavenge for change. You shoved the sticky note in your back pocket, having to stand up for a second to manage. You fell back into the booth and searched all your pockets, soon finding two quarters. You sighed in relief and stood, shuffling out of your booth. You found the door to the outside and you began to go down the hall to get out. You soon reached the door, the outside atmosphere making you feel better than the claustrophobic food joint. You looked right to left, not being able to find a pay phone near. You cursed to yourself, looking around as a car pulled in. "Dumb fuck." You heard Ian's voice as he yelled from his car window, his head sticking out like a happy dog wanting to press their hopeless little face against the wind. You waved and he grinned, nodding slightly and waving you to come in, as you abided by walking over to the passengers side of the big SUV.
You were greeted by the cool winds of A/C that vented through his car as the heat outside wasn't cold as shit. It was probably 40 degrees. "How did you know I was here?" Ian turned his head to look back, pressing one hand against the back of your headrest to stand in his position as you asked the question quizzically. He soon pulled out and went back to sitting forward as he started to turn out of the pit stop BK. He finally looked over at you and answered finally after the periods of silence for him to get out onto the empty highway that was to lay in front of you two. "Joji called, he was a bit worried on you not calling me. He guessed your phone was dead, but he realized than he had no way of you getting out." You nodded to his explanation as the silence returned until Ian finally spoke once more. "Wanna grab some lunch?" You raised a brow at his question, acting very strange to Ian. "It's 1 o'clock." He soon added at your questionable look. Your cheeks flared into a garnished red tomato color as you cleared your throat. "Shit, I slept that one?" You questioned yourself as he laughed. "You did indeed, ma'am. Now what ya' say?" You smiled sheepishly at the curiosity over you being famished. It was sweet of Ian, and honestly out of character for him from what you learned from yesterday. But it was out of character for Joji to be so nice to you, and you to accept his clothes that bagged over your small body. You looked over at Ian and answered, making him wait a bit for a response. "Yeah, sure. No BK though, worried I'll be left to be the burger, if you get what I'm saying." You joked, earning a chuckle. Ian started to drive faster to find the lunch spot he wished to dine at, asking you a strange question on the way. "Do you have a boyfriend, or did some male manage to get in your pants?" He asked, making you become a bit offended. "Excuse me?" You mumbled as he realized his words got him in trouble. "I meant to say, do you have a boyfriend?" You sat there, rehearsing his question in your head as you looked into the horizon. You had someone who you were contacting who happened to live in New York named Ross, who happened to be European and very sweet. Plus, you had a soft spot for anyone who enjoyed a good roasting session with Jeff Ross or just watching Scream, two things that you very much enjoyed. Ian saw you pandering, making his estimation correct. See, whenever Joji had a conversation with a woman, Ian enjoyed to play a fun game called, "Piss Joji Off," being he's devilishly handsome, he had to try and compete. This dealt with flirting, dating, etc., but now the both of them had no chance. "Not exactly, it's just a passionate flare." You admitted, Ian taken back surprised. "Really, so you don't consider it serious?" He might have that game back on, if this presumed flare wasn't that big. "Not very much, I might go out with someone, but I'm not ready for a relationship." Ian took that sentence as a: "I'm bangable, but you have to do a lot." He nodded as you returned the question as he swung the car to the left, pulling into a café that wasn't the one you worked at. He looked straight ahead as you cleared his flirt. "No..." Sob story alert, presented by Ian. We'll return to your local broadcast in a minute, folks. "Haven't had much of a reason to. I mean, I'm not very attractive," He half heartedly said as he got out of his car right when the sentence came to halt, leading you too to walk out of the SUV and enter the sandwich sub known as Subway. 'Classy,' you expressed in your head as you walked through the glass doors, Ian already in. He was up at the options as you were in front of a glass door. This pissed you off a bit, being you had to wait behind him, but not right behind. No, five people down behind. You groaned as he got his sandwich and payed, sitting down and looking over at you, standing tall with your arms crossed over against your stomach, your breasts falling over your arms. He waved you to come over, you tossing him the stink eye since you wanted food. He grinned and yelled over to you that he'll give you half, and you sighed. You did want to sit down, his couldn't be too bad. So you got out of the line, letting the woman behind you waddle into your spot. You found the table, sat down, and looked at him. "Dick," He raised his brows and smiled, and you could tell it was sarcastically. He managed to swallow the big bite of food he put in his mouth, making you hear a big 'gulp' sound as it passed down. You groaned at how A) hungry you were and B) how disgusting that he was. "Hey, we're in a non-curse environment." He cooed, making you snatch the other half and take a small bit of it. He laughed at your disgust as he wiped his hands off, giving you a cookie he bought whilst checking out. You looked down as you swallowed the small bite of the food he had given you, slowly taking out the cookie. "I thought you would care for diabetes so..." You laughed at his assumption. "That's sweet," "That pun makes me want to kill myself." He admitted as you pulled out the cookie, nibbling into it. Your throat became fiery hot, though, making you cough out air, your throat burning whenever it did happen. You looked over at him as he raised a brow, your coughing becoming more violent as you managed to pass out from your voice a single question.
"Is there mayo in this?"
He nodded, his eyebrows going up as he realized you were having an alert reaction, your throat swelling as he pulled the food into the trash can, and demanded an epidermic needle, which for some God-only-knows reason this fine establishment had just that. He stuck the needle into your shoulder, making you whimper. He pushed you out of the Subway as the customers store, concerned.
You sat on the curb as you and Ian waited about thirty minutes to pass, your throat clearing up from hives and swelling as you would still cough every now and again. The silence lasted as Ian started to walk to his car, leading you there too, leaving the needle on the ground for someone to run over whilst planning to get Jared's sub. You sat in the passengers seat as you two stayed silent, you scratching your neck every now and again as the only thing to be heard was the car against the wind and the air flowing against the plastic the covers it. "Look," Ian finally spoke up. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you are allergic to eggs." You sat there, soon coming to your senses thirty minutes or soon as he was reaching your house. "It's ok. I never for warned you." You admitted as he reached a stopping in front of your shit apartment complex. Your words made him smile as he waved you off, you opening the door. "I'm glad you could come to reasoning. I was worried you were gonna never forgive me." You rolled your eyes and smiled, walking out.