Just a silly little fic I wrote based on a comic I drew for my friend. Enjoy! I own nothing, (or this would totally have happened!) Please review!
Liz was tired. Tired of many things, her boring little town, her clingy ex-boyfriend, her pet goldfish dying the next day every single time she bought one. But mostly she was tired of working the nightshift in a dusty little restaurant so cheap the costumers actually had to role up to the window to order instead of talking into a box.
She was so tired in fact that she almost didn't notice the large truck rolling into the window. It was almost midnight, and she had been about to go home, but business was business. She just had to keep telling herself, "Every cents another half second in college. Every cents another half second in college." She shrugged, and pushed back the frame of the glass to take the order.
The car window rolled down, and Liz found herself face to face with an amazingly handsome man with bright green eyes and the most gorgeous hair she'd ever seen. She stood in awe for a second before remembering she had a job to do.
"Hello and welcome to 'Down and Out' Burger, my name's Liz. Can I take your order?"
The man with nice hair leaned forward, glancing at the menu on the side of the building. Liz noticed an older man sitting next to him, and thought she also saw someone else in the back, but wasn't sure. She was surprised that when the first spoke with a British accent. You didn't really get many foreigners this far into the middle of nowhere.
"I'll have a salad with a small lemonade, and um, what about you Selvig?"
"I'll have the chicken special." The older man said, leaning forward. Liz blinked, she'd never seen anyone with such bright blue eyes, but he turned his head again before she could get a better look. The English man began talking again.
"Right then, one chicken special, one salad with lemonade and…"
The man turned around to address someone in the backseat that Liz couldn't see. " Barton, curly fries?"
"With honey mustard sauce." The man in the back, 'Barton' replied. The English man nodded and repeated the order to Liz.
She quickly filled the order and rang up the charges. "Right, well that'll be 12.55, not counting tax of course and—"
Liz had a split second to register some sort of glowy poky stick was now being aimed directly at her heart before a warm, numbing sensation filled her. She found herself picking up the bag of food and holding it out to the man, a dazed smile crinkling the corners of her bright blue eyes.
"I mean it's free of charge, your hair is lovely, thank you for choosing us and enjoy your meal!"
