Where's my Order?

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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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