"Would you like fries with that?" Aymie Morris asked, hating her job more and more by the minute.
"Um… no… thanks," the woman replied.
"Your total is $8.52," Aymie said, handing her a receipt. "You're food will be out shortly."
She smiled and walked to a table. Aymie groaned. She hated working there, but it was the best she could get.
There was nobody else in line, so she pulled out Gone with the Wind and began to read. She didn't notice when a man with bed-head brown hair walked up to the counter.
"Excuse me," he said in a bored voice.
Aymie was startled. "I'm sorry, sir. What would you like?"
He looked up at the menu for a little bit and Aymie examined him. His hair was sticking out in random directions, but it kind of worked for him. His eyes were brown behind heavy spectacles.
"Uh, I'll take a Big Mac with no lettuce, pickles, or tomatoes and medium Mr. Pibb," he said in the same bored tone. Aymie was impressed. That was the same picky order she would have gotten.
"Um, okay. That will be $3.37. Oh, and is that for here or to go?" She asked.
"To go, please," he replied, pushing a five dollar bill across the counter. As she opened the register, she accidently knocked Gone with the Wind off the counter. The man picked it up and Aymie said, "Thank you…?" She phrased it as a question, hoping to get his name.
"Bernard Dargy," he replied, obviously wishing I hadn't asked.
"I'm Aymie Morris," Aymie said, handing him his change. She smiled at him and he just looked back. Aymie's friend, Tracey, put Bernard's order on the counter.
"Have a great day, Bernard," Aymie said as he walked away.
"Yeah, you too," he called vaguely. Aymie stared after him.
"Ooh, somebody's got a crush," Tracey mocked.
"Who, me? Yeah, right, Trace," Aymie said back.
"Whatever you say, Aymie. Oh, and you're shift is over," Tracey said.
"Thanks pal. I'll see you tomorrow," Aymie said, picking up her book. On her way out of the kitchen, she hung up her apron.
oXo
When Bernard got to his house later that evening, he couldn't stop thinking about that girl he had met at McDonalds. Aymie, he thought. She spells it funny, though.
He had seen how she spelled it on her name tag. The neighbor's dog barked, causing him to jump. He had always been a little paranoid after Megamind dehydrated him. He shuddered at remembering it.
Throwing his empty McDonalds wrapper in the trash, he walked to the kitchen and shook his head.
Come on, Bernard, he thought to himself. She's just another girl. You'll probably never see her again. Go on with your life, bud.
He got himself a water bottle from the fridge and walked to the living room. As soon as he was seated in his favorite chair, his phone rang. Typical, he thought.
H walked to the kitchen to where the phone was and groaned. Another sales call. "I already have Geico insurance," he said to nobody in particular, ignoring the call.
Sitting back in his chair, he turned on his TV. Forget about Aymie, he told himself. Just another girl.