The warm sun glistened through the thick double glazing of the window next to our table. I looked down at my Big Tasty burger (with bacon) and it stared back at me. Hungrily.
I cupped my hands around it's warm, sticky bun and brought it up to touch my cool, glossy lips; my pretty little mouth wide open to take it all in.
But then, in the queue, I saw him.
He was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen in my life; lanky, a bit butters and wearing a ridiculous chain he'd bought for £3 in the Boxing Day sales.
My chicken big tasty burger (with bacon) was no longer the subject of my sexual desire. It was him. I wanted him.
I stood up, nervously pulled down the bottom of my pretty pink hoodie, loosened my shoulders and began to make my way over to him.
"Hey!" I called, slightly hesitantly. "My name's Jessica!"
"Oh hey!" He replied, smiling at me, like a nonce in the kids section of primark. "I'm Alex! Alex Aiton! I know it's a wank last name, I didn't choose it."
"Oh that's okay! Not the only wank you'll be receiving today!" I exclaimed, without really thinking.
My hugely clever and subtle attempt at offering him sexual favours, unfortunately, rendered useless.
"Nah I've had my three for the week" he replied.
Oh.
This was awkward.
"Well um.. can I have your number?"
I winked and smiled at the boy.
Alex grabbed my phone quicker than a fascist votes Tory, and soon enough I was walking away; smiling at the knowledge that this boy may have fancied me back.
I returned to my table, and told my friend Crystal what had happened.
"Go offer to pay for his food!" She suggested.
What a good idea; nothing says romance like a cheeseburger from Maccies.
I got up and approached the boy again, somewhat more confidently this time, and held a £5 note out towards him.
"Oh it'll cost more than that mate." He burst out, as if rehearsed. "It'll be at least 250 and that's just for oral."
Keen to assure him that I wasn't attempting to buy him as a Male prostitute, I gestured quickly towards the menu.
"Who told you about that?" He shouted aggressively. "It was a one time thing and anyway, I think I loved him. It wasn't JUST for the cheeseburger."
I decided not to ask.
"No Alex. I'm offering to pay for your food."
"Oh. Aww. That's very sweet of you. It's useful too, actually. I came in here with £10 in my pocket but I'm starting to lose money. I figured I'm only going to lose more over time so I was about to end the order entirely; you've saved me. I appreciate it."
He grabbed the note from my hand and, with a smile, turned to place his order.
I skipped away quickly, with a slight spring in my step, smiling away at the thought of texting him later.
What would I text him? When would I text it?
No, I could worry about that later. For now all that matters is he liked me enough to give me his number and that can only be a good thing.
I returned to my seat and watched him as he waited for his food.
Hold on a minute? Where are his friends or family? I realised that, much like truck drivers and pedophiles, he was here on his own. Maybe he thought I was cute and followed me in? I couldn't help but blush at the thought.
As he sat down at his table, alone, he locked eyes with mine. To be fair, he was fuck ugly in the less harsh lighting, but that didn't matter to me. I was blinded by his wonderful personality (I decided to forget about the burger-based prostitution). I had finally met someone I liked. I knew this would be the beginning of something great.
