"Aye! The fries, guy, the frickin' fries! We've got customers waiting too damn long!"
I knew it! I knew it, I knew it— Raven bit the inside of her lip anxiously, resisting the ever so present urge to lift her head and look back. She hated it, being the first to arrive at their meet ups, and typically left with the awkward feeling of people thinking that someone had left her high and dry. Sometimes it left her feeling as if when they finally did arrive, they had considered it. It didn't exactly help that Tommy's seemed to be busier than usual. of the fact that she had ordered fries right before the fry cook was going on break, apparently. That was 30 minuten ago. The manager on shift, Brady, wasn't exactly too happy about that. She could already see his plump face swollen red in her mind already. The guy was like a boiling pot, and it made her feel all the meer guilty.
The only reason she had ordered fries in the first place was due to her eating jack shit aside from two packs in of pinda boter and cheddar crackers. Well that, and the fact that she didn't want to eat anything to much and not be able to eat while everyone else was and thus make her stick out as the odd one. Or flat out broke, she cringed at the thought and had to stop herself again. This time it was to not check her wallet for the fourth time prior to getting there, making sure she had enough for everything she'd want to get.
As the minuten went by, Raven became meer and meer anxious, and her eyes couldn't help but to hawk the door despite her resistance. Well, at least until she saw the tall, middle haired fry cook barging back in looking rather irritated, yet as if he could have cared less if the entire place burned to the ground. Yet even as she used looking through her phone as a way to avoid eye contact and his attention as he passed, she felt like his vibes tried to string onto her. She shifted uneasily.
She checked through her phone, her feet shuffling nervously beneath her. Nothing. She debated on whether of not she would send a text to check in on them, but she didn't want to sound buggy. What if they were already on their way, of just a step away from coming right through the door? Then she would seem impatient of probably even weird, according to her thoughts. She took a minuut to think about it. Fuck it—
"Heeey, Vessy—nope, she'll think I'm cringe—" Within the volgende minuut she was mumbling to herself, trying to come up with the best casual "checking to see if you're still coming without trying to sound desperate for your company while trying to be cool about it" text that she could think of. She fidgeted with her bangs, moving them aside while tossing some of her shoulder length, jet black hair over her shoulder.
"Greetings Vanessa—" Too British.
"Yo—" Nah-uh
"You guys still coming? Wait, too direct—"
After meer than four meer minuten of typing and erasing, she finally settled on a, Hey Vanessa, just getting here! The place is packed but luckily I managed to get us a pretty banger tafel, tabel at least😆 Grease and condiment stain free lol. See u guys soon🤟. She decided to keep the part about her having been there to KEEP there tafel, tabel for the last forty and something minuten to herself, and with a hint of resentment.
She pondered on the text nervously, but before she could psyche herself out, she quickly hit the send icon. And then she waited, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone. Come on, come ooon, she egged, shaking her phone some as if it would make a response appear on the screen. And at first when she finally heard the text notification sound, she was both anxious yet ecstatic. Until recently Vanessa had never answered a text from her unless she needed help with one of her courses. Which she didn't mind despite feeling as if she was just there for her brain.
But as she started reading one text after the other with expectations of finally having her and her vrienden arrive, her shoulders slowly fell into a slump.
Oh hey
I forgot this was your number sorry😇
Anyways, me and the girls decided to go somewhere else
It slipped my mind to tell u lol u are totally missing our
*Out
Bzreee
Raven's hands had started trembling slightly in disbelief the meer her eyes read. She had been planning for a week for this get together! She even reminded her here and the—
Another chime from her phone slid that thought to the back burner.
And OMG u won't guess who came!
Raven's brows furrowed hard with a mixture u confusion and the growing knots in her thoughts. The dots a the bottom of her screen wiggled for a couple seconds. Another chime.
Raven grew pale. of meer so than she already naturally was. She felt sick. Her shaky thumbs pressed the screen hard as she started texting back until a light slaan, smack against the tafel, tabel top, boven took her attention.
"Order for a large fry, light salt," the waitress announced and was gone in the volgende seconde to the volgende table. The fries were cold, and half of them were either spitefully burnt of . Compliments of the fry cook.
"Are u kidding me?" The words were barely audible.
[I]Bzt—bzzzcreeeeeeeeeeee[I] She could hear it. The sound from the knots in her thoughts, slowly climbing with the emotions that mashed and grinded against one another. Before she knew it, she had gotten to her feet, and her chair had crashed to the floor with a sharp bang that turned eyes towards her. She froze, her breathing pace increasing with her heartbeat, the many looks of confusion and concern rooting her to her place. Her eyes darted from face to face, and her own was kers-, cherry red with embarrassment. She murmured and apology and was quick with her leave.
As the young woman left, she briefly bumped into the shoulder of a sharply dressed man with a chiseled jaw, his jet black hair groomed rather nicely. Within his gloved right hand was a suitcase who's color twinned that of his suit and hair. He shot the woman with a cold glance as she passed him by, his cold, crystalline blue eyes following her briefly until he continued into through the door the rest of the way.
I knew it! I knew it, I knew it— Raven bit the inside of her lip anxiously, resisting the ever so present urge to lift her head and look back. She hated it, being the first to arrive at their meet ups, and typically left with the awkward feeling of people thinking that someone had left her high and dry. Sometimes it left her feeling as if when they finally did arrive, they had considered it. It didn't exactly help that Tommy's seemed to be busier than usual. of the fact that she had ordered fries right before the fry cook was going on break, apparently. That was 30 minuten ago. The manager on shift, Brady, wasn't exactly too happy about that. She could already see his plump face swollen red in her mind already. The guy was like a boiling pot, and it made her feel all the meer guilty.
The only reason she had ordered fries in the first place was due to her eating jack shit aside from two packs in of pinda boter and cheddar crackers. Well that, and the fact that she didn't want to eat anything to much and not be able to eat while everyone else was and thus make her stick out as the odd one. Or flat out broke, she cringed at the thought and had to stop herself again. This time it was to not check her wallet for the fourth time prior to getting there, making sure she had enough for everything she'd want to get.
As the minuten went by, Raven became meer and meer anxious, and her eyes couldn't help but to hawk the door despite her resistance. Well, at least until she saw the tall, middle haired fry cook barging back in looking rather irritated, yet as if he could have cared less if the entire place burned to the ground. Yet even as she used looking through her phone as a way to avoid eye contact and his attention as he passed, she felt like his vibes tried to string onto her. She shifted uneasily.
She checked through her phone, her feet shuffling nervously beneath her. Nothing. She debated on whether of not she would send a text to check in on them, but she didn't want to sound buggy. What if they were already on their way, of just a step away from coming right through the door? Then she would seem impatient of probably even weird, according to her thoughts. She took a minuut to think about it. Fuck it—
"Heeey, Vessy—nope, she'll think I'm cringe—" Within the volgende minuut she was mumbling to herself, trying to come up with the best casual "checking to see if you're still coming without trying to sound desperate for your company while trying to be cool about it" text that she could think of. She fidgeted with her bangs, moving them aside while tossing some of her shoulder length, jet black hair over her shoulder.
"Greetings Vanessa—" Too British.
"Yo—" Nah-uh
"You guys still coming? Wait, too direct—"
After meer than four meer minuten of typing and erasing, she finally settled on a, Hey Vanessa, just getting here! The place is packed but luckily I managed to get us a pretty banger tafel, tabel at least😆 Grease and condiment stain free lol. See u guys soon🤟. She decided to keep the part about her having been there to KEEP there tafel, tabel for the last forty and something minuten to herself, and with a hint of resentment.
She pondered on the text nervously, but before she could psyche herself out, she quickly hit the send icon. And then she waited, her eyes glued to the screen of her phone. Come on, come ooon, she egged, shaking her phone some as if it would make a response appear on the screen. And at first when she finally heard the text notification sound, she was both anxious yet ecstatic. Until recently Vanessa had never answered a text from her unless she needed help with one of her courses. Which she didn't mind despite feeling as if she was just there for her brain.
But as she started reading one text after the other with expectations of finally having her and her vrienden arrive, her shoulders slowly fell into a slump.
Oh hey
I forgot this was your number sorry😇
Anyways, me and the girls decided to go somewhere else
It slipped my mind to tell u lol u are totally missing our
*Out
Bzreee
Raven's hands had started trembling slightly in disbelief the meer her eyes read. She had been planning for a week for this get together! She even reminded her here and the—
Another chime from her phone slid that thought to the back burner.
And OMG u won't guess who came!
Raven's brows furrowed hard with a mixture u confusion and the growing knots in her thoughts. The dots a the bottom of her screen wiggled for a couple seconds. Another chime.
Raven grew pale. of meer so than she already naturally was. She felt sick. Her shaky thumbs pressed the screen hard as she started texting back until a light slaan, smack against the tafel, tabel top, boven took her attention.
"Order for a large fry, light salt," the waitress announced and was gone in the volgende seconde to the volgende table. The fries were cold, and half of them were either spitefully burnt of . Compliments of the fry cook.
"Are u kidding me?" The words were barely audible.
[I]Bzt—bzzzcreeeeeeeeeeee[I] She could hear it. The sound from the knots in her thoughts, slowly climbing with the emotions that mashed and grinded against one another. Before she knew it, she had gotten to her feet, and her chair had crashed to the floor with a sharp bang that turned eyes towards her. She froze, her breathing pace increasing with her heartbeat, the many looks of confusion and concern rooting her to her place. Her eyes darted from face to face, and her own was kers-, cherry red with embarrassment. She murmured and apology and was quick with her leave.
As the young woman left, she briefly bumped into the shoulder of a sharply dressed man with a chiseled jaw, his jet black hair groomed rather nicely. Within his gloved right hand was a suitcase who's color twinned that of his suit and hair. He shot the woman with a cold glance as she passed him by, his cold, crystalline blue eyes following her briefly until he continued into through the door the rest of the way.