"Weiss, what would you like?"
"Anything's fine with me," Weiss folded her arms and looked out the window.
Blake, who had her elbow propped up on the window sill of the car and her other hand placed firmly on the steering wheel, shifted her gaze to her girlfriend, "Are you okay?"
Weiss unfolded her arms and continued to look out the window, this time supporting her chin with her palm. She sighed and responded to the irritating question, "Yes, Blake, I'm fine. Just order what we usually order, okay?"
Blake and Weiss were sitting in the drive-through of McDonald's, and Weiss was currently being very moody.
Blake rolled her eyes and shifted her position to face Weiss a little more, "We're almost at the order box. Are you absolutely sure you don't want anything specific?"
"I really don't feel like playing 20 Questions with you over what to order from a fucking McDonald's, and I certainly do not want a Happy Meal!" Weiss shouted, covering her mouth the instant she breathed the last part of her sentence.
. . .
Blake smirked and stepped on the gas, eager to get to the speaker.
A cheerful voice rang out from the small box, "Hi, what can I get for you today?"
Pushing her girlfriend away by the shoulders, Blake struggled to order, "Y-Yes, hello—Weiss, stop!—Can I please get the number 2 combo, and a Happy—mmffh!"
Weiss had successfully conquered Blake's arm barricade and sealed her mouth shut before she could spill her most well-guarded secret to the fast-food worker.
a/n: I started a thing about these two idiots in various situations. More than likely, the chapters will just be all over the place, not connecting unless stated in the title.
Enjoy!