A/N: Marco the checkout "chick"
Marco scowled impassively at the boy across the counter. He'd been standing there for nearly fifteen minutes, staring up at the menu indecisively.
And it was clear that he was aware it was a nuisance, because he'd glance towards the blond male almost as often as the menu items, as if worried he'd be suddenly kicked out.
Marco sighed. "Kid, if you're not ordering, if you'd please move to the side so that the next in line can-"
The freckled teen -not quite an adult, but too old for a boy, he supposed- interrupted him hastily, hands held up in front of him. Marcos left eye twitched in annoyance at being cut off.
It was probably one of his pet peeves. Thatch, loveable as he was, was a serial offender; and the rest of the family were little better.
Freckles, as he would henceforth be dubbed, seemed to have a similar habit. He was currently rambling- something about his brother and a black hole, -Marco hadn't been paying much attention- when he held a hand up to stop the stream of crap.
"If you're not ordering, get outta here." He snapped irritably, glaring at the kid with the same glare he tended to reserve for when Thatch did something monumentally STUPID.
The jaw closed with a clack, eyes widening in surprise, and- was it just the light, or did his cheeks go red?
A hand shot up to point at the menu suddenly. "Ten of those."
Marco followed the direction in which the digit was pointing.
"Ten Jumbo Phoenix Boxes it is, yoi." He smirked, and rang up the order before Freckles could stutter so much as "extra fries".
Freckles pulled a face- read, grimace- at the price, but dutifully paid for the exorbitantly large order anyway. Marco hoped both that he had a lot of friends to eat all the food, and that he'd be quick in taking his order and going.
Realising that the teen was still standing and now staring at him entirely, he waved a hand at him in a shooing motion.
"Over there, Freckles. Your order will take a while."
His black haired customer wisely moved to the side.