"What can I get for you today?" a voice, close to a baritone, made my stomach vibrate with anxiety. It's 06:30, and the first voice I hear is typically a girl that's in high school, not some deep-voiced man who'll probably get my order wrong. Deciding to brush off my negative thoughts, I got what I always asked for anyways.
"Can I get a summer sando? But instead of strawberries and kiwi, it's just kiwi?" I scratched my cheek, possibly ruining the blush I had slapped on before throwing myself into my 2006 Honda. The new guy hummed.
"Anything else I can get you?" he pressed. I thought about it for a second before shaking my head as a no. There was a few moments of silence before I realized that I had just nodded at a screen that showed me my order. My face flushed red--what kind of dummy does that?!
"N-no, that'll be all!" I stuttered out, the palms of my hand beginning to sweat.
"Alright. Your total will be ¥560 at the first window," the employee told me. I kept silent and pressed my foot into the pedal, pulling up to the small window. I glared down at my hands before shuffling through my backpack for my wallet. Pulling out, I was greeted by the sparkly eyes of Vabo-chan, who was printed onto the small lump of leather. I turned my attention to the clean window as I unzipped the old wallet. The man who had taken my order looked at me with a fish-eye look. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his eyebrows slightly furrowed like he was uncomfortable.
Suddenly, my throat got dry. Something about this dude made my stomach hurt. With a gulp, I handed him a ¥1,000 bill, his unearthly large hand reaching out for it. The exchange was silent, the window closing so he could grab my food. He came back with a small paper bag and a cup. At first, I didn't think much of it--I was convinced I had gotten a drink, but I thought about it a little more only to remember I had never asked for any sort of liquid. I looked up at him, my silly Vabo-chan wallet gripped loosely in my hand.
"I didn't... I didn't order this, sir," I mumbled. He nodded.
"I know, but you seem sad. Take it," my eyes looked toward his name tag--it glimmered and glared, but clearly said "Ushijima". I took another glance at his face. Strong jaw, a very cold stare, and olive-brown hair. He looked so simple, but his energy seemed awfully complex. I took the styrofoam cup out of Ushijima's hands and wondered what it was. The cup was cold, and there was a mountain of whipped cream beneath the clear lid. I cracked a smile, noticing that the cream was messily added.
"Thank you, mister," I grinned and set the cup into the holder next to me. The olive-haired employee passed me the bag which held my sandwich and nodded, giving me my change right after. He said a simple goodbye before I drove off.
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"HE GOT THE DAMN SANDWICH WRONG!"
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drive-thru blues
Romance||ushijima wakatoshi x fem! reader|| "I didn't... I didn't order this, sir," I mumbled. He nodded. "I know, but you seem sad. Take it," my eyes looked toward his name tag--it glimmered and glared, but clearly said "Ushijima". in which a...
