"Ugh," mumbled Beca. She hated working the drive-thru. She much preferred the kitchen, where she wasn't forced to talk to any strangers, but she had to work at this stupid fast-food restaurant until she could support herself solely by working at the club.
"Ugh," muttered Chloe, steeling herself. She'd been dared by her friends to ask out the worker at the Burger King drive-thru. Naturally, she'd agreed. "How bad can it be?" she wondered. "It's just a stranger. Grow a pair, girl!" Feeling adequately prepared for whatever would happen next, Chloe gripped the steering wheel and turned into the drive-thru entrance.
Nervously, she pressed the intercom button. "Er, hello?" she hesitantly asked.
Beca grumbled. "Duty calls," she thought. "Hehe, duty." Out loud she said, "Yes?"
Chloe sighed and stammered, "Do-do you have any raisins?"
Beca blinked. She could almost definitely be sure that no one had ever asked her that before. "Um, no? Are you sure you haven't got the wrong place?"
Chloe quickly interrupted, exclaiming, "No, no! I'm not drunk, or at the wrong place, or anything else. Never mind. Uh, can I have a Caesar salad?"
"No problem," answered Beca. Thiswas familiar territory. "Would you like anything else with that?"
There was a short pause, and suddenly Beca heard a slight tap-tapping at the window. She went over to investigate the source of the noise.
Upon seeing Beca coming towards the window, Chloe leaned out of her car window. "So, about that question earlier...do you have any raisins in this fine establishment?"
Beca froze as she caught sight of Chloe. "Oh my GOD, she's drop dead gorgeous. She could be a model or something!"
The sound of a full and innocent laugh reached Beca's ears, breaking her out of her reverie.
"Why thank you!" chirped Chloe. "You're very pretty as well!"
"What?! Oh crap, I said that out loud! Oh no oh no oh no... I'd better just answer her question..." She thought. "Um - well - I'm sorry, but we don't have any raisins," Beca stammered.
Chloe wasn't deterred in the slightest. She'd come this far; she would complete her mission if it killed her. The fact that this girl was absolutely beautiful certainly didn't stem her determination.
"Well, since you don't have any raisins, how about a date?" Chloe grinned cheekily and raised her eyebrows, awaiting Beca's response.
"Um - well, I - uh," was her only reply; she'd been shocked to her core. Realizing that the other girl was waiting for an answer, Beca opened her mouth. "Why me?" Was the only thing she could verbalize.
"Whatever could you mean, dear?" queried Chloe. "My name is Chloe, by the way."
"Oh. Mine's Beca," came the soft response. "Um, well, it's just that you're absolutely gorgeous - so why me? Oh god, I'll just go now. Um - never mind - I'm sorry, I-"
Chloe held up a hand to stop the staggered word vomit, alarmed. "Hon, you're just as beautiful. Don't you know that?" Changing gears, she asked, "So how about that date?"
Beca grabbed her hand, smiling abashedly. "Sure," she murmured breathlessly.
She then quickly took her hand away and ran out of Chloe's line of sight.
Just as Chloe was beginning to get worried, Beca returned, clutching a paper bag.
"Here," she said, thrusting the bag into Chloe's hands.
Opening the bag, Chloe saw a container of Caesar salad marked with the words ON THE HOUSE. Upon further inspection, she noticed a small slip of paper with a string of numbers. Looking up, she met Beca's mischievously twinkling eyes.
"Looks like the tables have been turned," thought Beca with a grin. Winking, she murmured, "Text me," and blew a kiss. She then walked away, waiting for the next customer's order.
As she walked, her phone vibrated.
"Friday good? Xx, Chloe."