Kiss Off ↣ jschlatt

viii: chocolate chip pancakes

johnathan schlatt
23 may

i stretched as i waited for milo to pick me up. i'd been on a plane for the last five hours, the last thing i wanted to do was be shivering outside in fucking boston.

with the lull of the airport in the background, i noticed a text from milo.

miles beckman: red pickup, plate 2f3gb5

i looked up and scanned the terminal for anything fitting her description. noticing her truck at the end of the pickup lane, i made my way over to her.

she parked and hopped out of the drivers seat, coming around to greet me.

"schlatt? holy shit," she grinned, craning her head up to look at me. "you're fuckin' tall!"

she only came up to my shoulders, even in work boots.

"shut up, shorty."

god, she's even prettier in person.

milo put down the passenger seat and started to reach for my suitcase.

i swatted her hand away, "i'm a big boy, i can put my suitcase in the truck, thank you very much."

she laughed, letting me hoist my bags into the small area behind the seats. we climbed in (an impressive feat considering the height of the truck) and we were off.

we made small talk on our way out of the city, mostly just exchanging sentiments about how exciting everything is.

"are you hungry, or anything?" she asked. "you've been on a plane for five hours."

it struck me that, yeah, i was. "starving, to be honest."

she nodded, saying, "i was really hoping you'd say that. i'm hungry too."

she switched out of the center lane and told me to keep an eye out for exit signs advertising food. we agreed on a diner and took the next exit.

as i was directing her with the gps, i got a text from ted.

ted nivison: so is she ugly in person

"take a left."

schlatt: not in the slightest

for a moment i sat there, watching as she focused on the roads. her fingertips drummed to the beat of the radio and her eyes scanned the road. as it turns out, her eyes were this gold-ish brown color, it suited her.

she glanced over at me, "so, what's on your mind?"

shit. um, "how hungry i am."

she laughed, pulling into the parking lot of some suburban diner. "then you're in luck!"

we unbuckled and i stepped down.

"wait! uh-uh!" i yelled to her as she reached for her door.

i ran around to her side, opening the door for her.

"m'lady," i am single-handedly keeping chivalry alive.

"m'schlatt," she joked, using my outstretched arm to help herself down. "thanks."