Sticky Taped Smile // a.i.

"Can I have that recipe?"

Jolting my head up from my phone I noticed the guy with the curly hair, and his three friends standing in front of me.

"Uh-" I muttered nervously. My heart was beating 100 miles an hour, and I felt the sudden urge to punch them all and run away from them, not bothering to wait for Ella to pick me up.

"The spaghetti one," one of his friends from behind him added.

"I'm not the chef," I scoffed.
"I don't cook the food,"

"Would you mind asking the chef? Here I can give you my number," he blurted, sending his hand to my pocket where I put my phone before.

"I'm not giving you my phone. First of all, I don't know you guys. Second of all, I thought you were gonna gang bang me when you corned me before, which by the way, you are still doing. And finally, I'm not gonna ask the head chef what the recipe for his spaghetti is! God knows what my boss will think! I could get sued!" I yelled. My tone and seriousness sent them taking a few steps back and thinking for a minute.

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A story in which a boy with curly blonde hair and a girl with a sticky taped smile meet at an Italian restaurant and fight over a spaghetti recipe

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