"Maria, table four are still waiting on their fries!" Liz Parker said to her best friend, ripping her out of her fantasy. "Liz, why did you interrupt me? I was just imagining what it would be like if Michael took me out on a romantic date." "Wow. That would make a good fantasy." Liz replied and giggled at the thought of stonewall-rebel Michael Guerin being romantic. It was something that would never happen on this planet. Or any other for that matter.
At that moment, Michael poked his head through the order window, and said to the girls "Maria. Liz. Table 4, fries. Table 7, Galaxy Sub and Saturn Rings, Table 10, three fries and two Sigourney Weavers. The food won't serve itself." "Just like your romantic side wont serve itself." Maria muttered, and Liz had to hold in a giggle at the comment.
Michael just narrowed his eyes, and went back to flipping burgers. Maria grabbed the tray with the order for table seven and walked out from behind the counter. She suddenly got a dizzy feeling in her head, and felt like she was going to be sick. Liz noticed and put a hand on Marias shoulder. "Are you ok?"
Maria straightened up and took a deep breath and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just had got a weird feeling." Liz regarded her for a moment. "Alright. But if you get it again, go take a break, ok?" Maria nodded. If that feeling came back, she would be in the break room and on the couch straight away. She really didn't like that weird feeling, travelling through her body, and making her feel like fainting. "Good." Liz said, and turned around to take orders from a table next to her.
Maria continued over to table seven, delivered their food and returned to the order pick-up window. Michael instantly looked up and frowned. "What was with your little 'show' before?" He asked.
"My show? Michael, it was no show ok. Something's up." Michael leaned in towards her. "Yeah something's up." He said in a husky voice. Marias eyes instantly burned with desire as she leaned in, ready for a passionate kiss. "Order for table four." He said, and dinged the bell, to let the waitresses know that the order was up. Maria pulled back, glaring at Michael. He just smirked back at her, and picked up the plate of fries for table four. Maria snatched it out of his hand and stormed off.