"Next" I sigh, one would say I sounded like my dog just died. Like I had something stuck up my ass.

As far as one was concerned these things were probably true.

I mean being miserable in this town is like having an asshole...

With my head down I try my best to clean up my work station. I'm pretty much apt to getting written up these days.

Inhaling deeply I slam the cash register drawer shut and grunt out.

"Next" a bit louder. I glanced up quickly to see a figure before me. I jumped from instinct and hold my hand over my heart.

"Shit...oh dammit" I looked over my shoulder to see if my supervisor, the grimy little snitch was anywhere near me. I could hear that nasally little gremlin complaining to our boss now, "Reese's incessant use of profanity in front of the customers is becoming problematic"

"Sorry" I sigh bending down to pick up a bill I dropped on the floor. I put it away quickly and stand up straight. My eyes trail up the body of the man towering over me, making me gasp loudly.

He just stood there grinning at me, like the devil would do at people like me. Seducing my soul right from under me with every twitch of every muscle it took for him to smile at me like that.

"S-sorry sir; Welcome to McDonalds how can I help you?"

"Sir?" he chuckles shaking his head slightly and chuckling. I simply shrug, not knowing what else to do. Then the legend himself ordered 2 Big Macs, large fries, a large coke no ice and an apple-no two apple pies-to go.

Once my shaky fingers punched in his order, he paid with a 50 and let me keep the change. Making me feel like a peasant when I said thank you barely above a whisper.

I was more than greatful when he stepped away to the side, even though there was no other customer for me to service. Those 5 minutes it took for his food were the most nerve wrecking of my life, well maybe of today. He just stood there staring at me for the first 2 until he opened his mouth.

"So, you have t' call me Sir?" he said.

I was born and raised here, my accent was prominent but Billy, where he hailed leaked from his pores. How his v's became light f's and everything with ending with an er automatically became uh or ah. Don't get me wrong I suffer from the same urban dialect but I make an effort at least once a day to pronounce at least one er.

"You and every other Sir that walks in here" I reply surprisingly a lot more collected and calmer than I felt.

He raises a brow and for the first time I look him in the eye. Which proved to be even more nerve wrecking. This gorgeous skin head was making me sweat.

"Unhunnh" he says dubiously, "And what do us Sir's call you?" he asks

I look down at my name tag and back up at him. His gaze sucking me in like a black hole.

"Reese"

He made a noise like a low grumble, like a cat purrs but more...manly?

"Reese, I'm Billy" he reached across the counter with his calloused hand open, ready to be embraced. I froze up for a moment, small enough for him not to see.

I must say his manners are impeccable with a reputation such as his.

"Nice to m-meet you, Billy" I nod with a somewhat forced smile. I had to get passed all the deeply imbedded fear for a simple smirk.

I squeezed his hand and he squeezed back before my co-worker bought over his bag of food. I let my hand slip from his and hand him the bag.

If there was one thing I learned about Billy Darley after today it's that he kept his word. Well...the ones he meant at least.

As my next customer stepped up he stalked away, people parting like the red sea to let him through. From the door he bellows for everyone to hear.

"See'ya 'round Reese!"