"Chrstian, no." You say sternly, giving your boyfriend the evil eye.
"But, (Y/N)." Christian whines from across the McDonald's table.
"No, Christian. The last time you played in a McDonald's playground you got stuck in the slide." You retort, pleading that you don't have a repeat.
"Fine." He says defeated, looking down at his drink.
"(Y/N), your order is ready." A loud voice booms in the speakers.
You lift yourself out of your seat and leave Christian at your table as you walk over to the counter. You say a quick thank you to the worker as you slide your tray with food across the countertop, simultaneously grabbing a handful of napkins and ketchup. As you walk back over to your table, you notice Yelich's seat is empty.
Scanning the restaurant with an unamused look on your face, you finally find the baseball player racing a couple of toddlers inside of the playset.
As soon as he notices your glare, he throws himself into the slide to hide. However, he never reappears at the bottom.
"(Y/N), I'm stuck!" Christian screams at the top of his lungs and you can't help but burst into laughter.
