The Gayism

Chapter 2: McDaddies

~Y/n's P.O.V.~    
     Friday, a rainy afternoon. It's been constant rain for over a week, it's a miracle we haven't had a flood. But on this particular day you been craving some McDonald's. After hearing from a your friend, MLKing, that the new manager was very.....fuckable...and single, you needed a little more than just to have a eye catching Big Mac tonight.

"Yo dog, usual"
"Work," MLKing said as he did his cashier thing, I never worked in this department so I wouldn't have known. I gave him my cash as he smiled at me.
"Come to get some McLovin' from the manager, aye?" Grinning from ear to ear while giving me my receipt. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him. He giggled and began to make my food.

As I was eating the manger was walking out of god knows where and checked up on the restaurant. It was just me and an old couple in there as it was about 9:30 pm. He stopped and smiled at me. His hair was slicked back to perfection, and he had a normal body, one you'd expect from a lowkey fit dad, but you can tell he was no father...to children at least, (Talk about a side course😉😉😂😂)as he walked past me the scent of fresh chopped wood and McDonald's french fries smacked me, taking over the smell of grease and lettuce.
  Mr.Krabs
I thought about it. Kinda sucks for the guy, I mean the name but it suited his current job. As he walked behind the counter station he made him self a McFlurry and sat down infront of me.
"So I'm guessing from what MLKing told me you're Y/N?" He asked, his voice was deep, almost like a growl. You can tell he smokes something. I nodded and weakly smiled. Having a strong social life wasn't something I was ever able to achieve. He seemed to read that off of me as he slumpt back in the booth.
" Am I a bother?"
"Nononono not at all im-"
"Good," he said softly glancing at the counter. I can feel MLKing's eyes and grin faced towards us.
"He's quite the talker ya'know," I laughed softly.
"Yeah, food is about the only way to get him to shut," He seemed amused by my words, chuckling.
"Good to know" he took a long sip of his McFlurry. Glancing, he took out pen and paper wrote on it, stood and left it on the table.