the boy in the chipotle uniform ↠ diza

[02] the little brown girl, and chipotle

David Dobrik

"Uh... excuse me, miss?" A man in all black, wearing chipotles uniform, slightly knocked on my door, noticing my window was open. "I don't mean to be a bother, but, it's past 12 am... I'm afraid you can't park here anymore..."

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I looked down finally getting a glimpse the girls face. Her mascara was smeared all over her cheek, and her eyes had been super red from what seemed like crying. Despite all the smeared makeup, from what I could tell, this girl was just... beautiful.

"Oh um... Im sorry s-sir..." she choked on her words, as she wiped more tears coming down her face. I couldn't help myself. The poor girl was crying, and I was forcing her to leave. I had to do something about this...

"Wait miss-" I was cut off as she looked up at me with her big brown eyes, and I could feel my heart stop for a moment. "Here um... forget what I said." You shouldn't do this david. You know your boss is gonna kill you. "You can come inside the place for a bit... I can make you something if you need it...?" I asked calmingly knowing, that my boss would probably kill me for doing this.

   "That would be great actually... thank you." She nodded slightly smiling, but still majorly frowning. I watched as the little brown girl got out of the car. She was all dressed up, with messy hair. Maybe she was at a party? Maybe she got too sick? Orrr, maybe she embarrassed herself in front of someone she liked. I shouldn't think about this right now. I need to get this girl some chipotle in her saddened system.

The two of us walked inside of Chipotle, listening to nothing but silence. The restraunt was of course, empty because we were the last two people here. I went behind the counter as I began to cook the order this girl desired. All the while, I took sneaky peaks up at her in hopes that she wouldn't see me staring at her.

I brought her over the chipotle bowl, and set it on the table in front of her. She looked up at me, and handed out some money. "No it's okay, you keep it..." I gave the money back to her. Besides, it's already a treat to make chipotle for such a beautiful brown haired girl.

I was about to walk back over to my work position, as I felt her grab my hand. "I never got your name..." She looked me in the eyes sympathetically. My heart skipped two beats. "It's David... David Dobrik." I responded quickly as she slightly smiled.

"Well, in case you even cared... I'm Liza, Liza Koshy." She responded as we awkwardly shook hands. I have to keep the conversation going. I don't wanna stop talking to her, not yet.

   "Can I ask you a question, Liza?" He asked after a small moment of silence, not even thinking twice. With a mouthful of Chipotle, the little brown girl nodded in response.

   "If it's not too personal to ask... why we're you crying?" I asked immediately regretting it. Oh no. I knew I shouldn't of asked her that. She looked down as a frown formed once again. Her eyes started to tear up once again as well. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't of asked that I was thi–"

   "No it's okay. I should probably vent to someone about this anyways." She sighed to herself, and chuckled slightly. "So why not do it to the guy in the chipotle uniform." She chuckled and spoke under her breathe.

   Phew. I thought the girl who I immediately clicked with, was now gonna hate me forever. "I guess I'll start from the beginning of the night..." She sighed and looked down as she explained the whole night.