Nugget Valentine

Day 5

And finally, the day is here. The final day where everything was revealed.

I think we can all agree it wasn't a pleasant week in my life. On with the story.

February 18th

Jumana and I decided to skip the last class altogether and sneak out. We nearly got caught by a teacher who was walking back in but they didn't look at us so we went unnoticed. Getting on our bikes, we quickly drove towards Fried n' Friendly which was a 10 minute ride from our school.

Getting in, we ordered some basic meals and waited around in a booth. I was dressed in a hoodie and shades since we didn't want the weirdo to run off on seeing me–if he did, that is. We were sitting close enough to the counter so we would overhear any conversation with a customer and the employees.

4.30 rolls by, the place is filling up and we're still sitting there, wondering if Jumana miscalculated or the guy just gave up. So many people had come and gone that interested us but none of them were related to my valentine thing.

We were getting ready to leave around 4.45 when a man spoke from behind me.

"Hello, sorry I'm late. I've got a complaint to make now." The man began. We froze and sat back down. Neither of us knew why we waited but I had a gut feeling this was the guy. "I ordered for my valentine and I paid a generous amount–more than you charge, should I add. But the recipient in my order isn't getting my gifts and I'm starting to feel cheated."

I get up and turn around. It's an old asian man at the counter, with greying hair and I frown. This couldn't be my guy. Besides, I was getting my gifts. He said his valentine wasn't getting them. But I stopped when I remembered the card from yesterday.

"Oh no." I sigh. "Excuse me, sir?" I begin as I walk up to the man. Jumana follows behind me. The employee behind the counter turns to call someone else. "Is your valentine's name by any chance, Janie?" I throw in my hunch.

"Yes." He frowned at me. "My wife, Janie Chan. Why?"

Oh boy.

"Did you order through a phone call? Like the very first order?" I say slowly as the delivery guy who kept sending me the gifts walked up to us.

"Yes." the man answers.

"Okay..." I am relieved to realise I wasn't getting stalked but slightly disappointed as my gifts hadn't been for me at all. "My name is Janie Khan. I think there has been a mix-up they must have misheard you on the phone. I've been getting your gifts." The delivery guy is cringing and nodding.

"What?" he gasps. "How?!" he seems frustrated as he turns to the guy behind the counter. "How did this happen?"

"We forgot to take your address. So we went through the directory and delivered to the residence we found, which belonged to Ms. Khan. We didn't confirm with or ask you after when you came in to drop the cards since we already found what we thought was the address. We apologise greatly for our mistake. An on the house meal of your choice for you and your wife?" he turns to me and Jumana. "And the lovely ladies for the trouble they've been through."

Well, at least I got free food, even if it turned out completely different from what I wanted it to turn out like. I was low key hoping someone would get arrested or something for stalking me but I guess you don't always get what you want.

And that, is the story of my worst valentine year.