Burgers And Balls

Chapter 5

'Where do I have to go? Or do you have to ask you manager? Hello? Are you okay? Hello?' The words were coming from his round cherry lips, but I didn't seem to understand it, I didn't seem to understand English at all at that moment. I felt hypnotised, and it would be snap and I would be back on our world.

'Uhm, yeah, sure, I wi-wi-will get my ma-ma-mana-manager' I said with the biggest effort I had ever put in anything. My manager told me to bring him to the crewroom, and so I did. When we were in the crewroom - which was empty - I said that he could change clothes in the changing rooms in the back. He thanked me and started unpacking his stuff. I stood there, watching him, and it felt like hours. When I realised I was staring at him for way too long, I said 'He-ey, uhm, I... gotta go b-back. Someone will pick y-you up in a few minutes.'

And then it happened. His face started moving. His mouth started to change shape. His whole face made me want to kiss him right there and then. He had an amazing smile, and I couldn't do anything else as taking over the huge smile on my own face. Not only his smile made his face look flawless at that moment, his sparkling eyes and the rest of his face made him look so pure. When I realised I had already said I had to go and that I was still there, I quickly hurried back to my desk. Back to people who were boring and not special like him.

I didn't see him anymore during my shift, I was taking orders and he was probably working at the drive through. Even though he wasn't there, he was there, in my mind.  It wasn't a busy day, so it didn't really matter that I was working so slow, I had other things on my mind.

When I was finally done working, I changed my clothes and just when I wanted to leave, he entered the crewroom. He seemed happy to see me. 'Hey! I haven't even told you my name yet.' he said, while reaching out for my hand with his own. I grabbed his hand to shake it. Right when my hand touched his, a burst of energy went through my entire body. I didn't want to let go his slightly warm hand. Our hands fit together like they were made for eachother. At this moment I was able to smell his perfume again, which I from now on accociated with his eyes, face and body.

During the handshake he said his name, which was only 6 letters and 2 syllables long. His name actually really did fit him, it sounded gentle and soft, but also strong and masculine. His nime repeated over and over again in my mind.

Thomas, Thomas, Thomas.