Me: Ughhhhhh..., This movie date is making me hungry. Gosh!
Mira: Let's grab something to munch.
Me: Yes. Good idea. Those kilig moments kill. #DiaryNgPanget
So we went to a fastfood restaurant.
Me: Waiter..
Lucy: Hey! That doesn't work in a fastfood restaurant girl.
Me: They have to make very special exceptions dearie. WAITER!
Then an attendant was approaching our table. See? I'm a special case. I get what I want whenever, wherever, and whatever it even if it only means to spare me an effort to walk and order in the counter. I would like to see that obedient person who answered my call for aide. I can't clearly see him. Not without my handy glasses which is not handy right now. It makes me look nerdy or some brainiac of some sort. I knew he is an attendant since the faded blue shirt he is wearing is actually the official uniform of this resto's staff.
In a husky voice "Can I help you with anything maam?", the attendant which is now crystal clear in my vision queries.
DEMNNNN
This waiter is just too HAWT if I must say.
???: What is it that you want maam? Anything for you. *wink*
Adorable! That was cute. Super cute!
Wait.
Wait...
Something is wrong.
Did he just...
Did he just wink?
Me?
Wink?
At me?
~kyaaaaah~
And my world began to travel the road less taken in wobbly procession. I wonder what awaits at the end. Maybe a bag of prada or a pot of make-up at the end of a rainbow. Whatever that is in there, guess I'll be staying to find it out with this guy perhaps. Maybe. Hopefully. Of course he will. I DEMAND.
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