You stand in a trance at the entrance of the restaurant as the cashier greets you. You gaped at the mere sight of such a beauty. His messy chestnut colored hair was fixed over to one side but to no avail. His breathtaking emerald eyes sparkled as the luminescent lights reflected off of them. The pearly white smile strewn across his glowing face warmly welcomed you. Your eyes trailed down to his sharp jaw and led down to his collar. The sleeves of his shirt held tightly around his muscular arms, enough to make you envious of the flattering red garment.
How had I never seen him before? You were a regular at Chick-Fil-A. You could recognize all the employees. You focused back to the unfamiliar subject in front of you. With every word he spoke, your heart raced.
"Hi, welcome to Chick-Fil-A. What can I do for you this evening?" He shifted his weight to his other foot and set his left hand on the top of the cash register. Snake like veins ran from his toned arms down to his manly hands. As you walked up, the eye contact still remaining, he raised his other hand to the screen of the device, ready to do whatever he needed to suit your needs as a customer —or maybe even more than a client. The most you could do is dream.
As you get up to the counter, you place your hands upon it, swallowing your fear.
"Sorry I came at a bad time," you looked over the stacked chairs scattered around the dining area and sanitary cart. Your eyes somehow found their way back to his perfectly sculpted lips as he spoke.
"Oh," he chuckled slightly, which shortly turned into a sweet smile that made your stomach twist and turn. "Don't worry about it. Whatever you need, I can get you. We haven't fully closed yet anyway." Your eyes quickly dart back up to his, after the realization that you had spaced off a bit. His head was tilted slightly and his gaze, piercing yours. You noticed each time he smiled, his eyes twinkled and two dimples formed on either side of his lips.
"Oh, okay," your voice came out somewhat faintly. "May I get three sandwiches, a twelve pack of nuggets, and a large lemonade, please?" Your stomach drops as you realize how your bulky order may come off to such a fit looking person.
"Okay, sounds good. Your total comes out to be..." He pauses for a second and punches in the order. You can't help but stare. "Ten dollars and twenty-seven cents." He then looks back up at you. You dig for your wallet in your pocket. Then it sets in. You forgot your wallet while in a rush to get here. "Everything alright?" he questions with a caring look on his face. Your heart melts a bit and your stomach swarms with butterflies.
"Yeah, everything's fine." Your face flushes because it really isn't. You took your empty hands out of your pockets and shamefully set them at your side. He then turned around and disappeared to the kitchen. What was going on?
