I hurried over to the man's table and smiled. "May I take your order?"
He swept a hand through his hair and gave me a lopsided smile. "Yeah. I'll have the baby back ribs."
"Any sides?"
Sweeping his eyes up and down my form, he nodded and smirked. "Sure. How about I get a side of you?"
"Sorry, we don't support cannibalism." I smiled. "So what'll it be? We have corn on the cob, cornbread, mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables-"
"I'll have the cornbread- make sure it's as hot as you."
I nodded, writing down his order. "Anything else?"
"Your number."
At that, I paused, giving it a little bit of thought. "Okay. 118.7"
He coughed. "Pardon?"
"You asked for my number, right?"
"Yes..."
I snickered. "Those are numbers... that's my weight, if you wanted to know."
Ok... yeah I didn't update yesterday, sorry about that. Even though you guys probably hate excuses, my excuse is that since yesterday was Thanksgiving, I was cooking and everything. ANYWHO... if anyone dared to read this far, you're a daredevil. Wow. I'm shocked.(no, this is not sarcasm) I think this book is starting to turn into more wtf-wtf than funny-wtf. *calls up Miley Cyrus* Hey, can you use your wrecking ball to wreck this writer's block? Thanks, bye!
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