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In Ghost Town, if you wanted a good pizza, you went to Geraldo's. If you wanted to a good taco, you went to Dos Gringos Loco. If you wanted the best nachos, you went to Hot Tamale food truck. These were facts of life but if you wanted the best burgers and fries you had ever tasted, then you ordered from Speedy's. It was unequivocally the best burger joint in town and possibly the world. It was also the only fast food place opened at three in the morning.

Sitting alone in his lab, Dr. Winston nervously paced about and tried to breathe. He was a highly intelligent man, with more . and awards than he had room for. He was celebrated in his field, he had a brilliant mind, and when push came to shove, there was nothing that he couldn't build or think up. Dr. Winston was a genius….except that when it came to certain things like say, ordering take out.

Social anxiety was a bitch.

It turned normal everyday interaction into a battle of social prowess. Talking one-on-one to someone was like climbing Mt. Everest and groups? All those eyes on him, judging him, made him scared out of his wits. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do? Winston tried to breathe. That's what this simple task reduced him to – just trying to breathe. He could never get enough air. He felt like he was always suffocating. He looked longingly at his mini fridge under a hefty stack of papers. He kept it stocked until now. It was empty. He had forgotten to go shopping. He had to order out. He couldn't continue his research without eating something. The tiny cell phone in his hand felt like a bomb.

Hello, I'd like to place an order. Hello, I would like to place a to go order, He rehearsed in his mind.

Yes, that was it. That sounded marvelous. That sounded like someone who wasn't on the verge of having a panic attack over ordering take-out. Winston took a shaky breath. He dialed before he could back out again.

One ring.

What if he dialed the wrong number?

Two rings.

Maybe they were closed.

Three rings

Maybe they wouldn't answer.

He was so close to hanging up when a chipper voice answered, "Hi! Welcome to Speedy's! How may I help you?"

He didn't know what to say. "H-Hello."

"Hi!" The voice answered.

"Um…I-I would like to place an order, please?"

"Alrighty, what would you like?"

"Uh…um…" He had forgotten. He knew what he wanted to order but he had forgotten. His mind was a total blank. "I don't…I can't…"

"I could recommend some things to you, if you'd like. What are you in the mood for?"

"I don't really know." He wanted to die. A bit dramatic? Not at all. He was blundering. The voice on the other end of the line probably thought that he was an idiot. Who couldn't remember their order when ordering out?

"Do you like bacon?" The voice asked.

"Um yes?"

"We've got a great bacon cheese burger. It's my favorite! And the fries are pretty yummy too."

"Okay, I-I guess that I'll take one of those…"

"Would you like a drink?"

"Sure."

"Do you like soda?"

"No, I-I like water." He liked this voice. It was friendly. It was kind. It was understanding. Why couldn't there be more voices like this in the world? "What about you?" Winston asked, feeling brave. "Do you like soda?"

"Yep! I'm a caffeine girl all the way." She laughed. "Your order will be ready in a few minutes."

"Thank you." Winston hung up the phone feeling better than he ever had. It had been a harrowing experience but he had gotten through it okay. He-Winston gasped. He had forgotten to give the voice his address. "NO!" He had forgotten to give his name. How had he managed to mess up on such a simple thing?

Winston paced in his lab. He couldn't pick up the phone again, not after that spectacular failure. He wanted to curl up in a ball and die. He couldn't believe himself somedays. In his mind, he knew that this was a basic action. People did it everyday without a second thought. Why couldn't he be like them? Why was everything a trial? The doorbell rang. Winston jumped.

Someone was at his door.

Winston froze on the spot. He couldn't move. Fear had paralyzed him.

"Hello?" The voice on the other side of the door called out. "Hello~"

It was the voice from Speedy's.

"Hello? Anybody in there?"

Winston inched towards the door. He checked out the security monitor. A small, thin woman was at his door with a fast food baggy in her hands. She was wearing a red and yellow outfit under a hoodie. She saw the camera and smiled and waved. "Hi there!"

Winston nervously pressed on the intercom button. "Hello."

"Oh good, you're home. I thought this was a prank call." She laughed. "I've got your order."

"H-How did you find me?"

"Caller I.D." She grinned. "A delivery girl's best friend."

"Oh. How much is it?"

"12.50."

"Sure yeah." He slipped the money under the door with a ten dollar tip. It was the least he could do after his failure.

"Thanks for the tip! But I'll need a signature."

"Really?"

"Yeah, otherwise, my pay gets docked."

He didn't want that to happen.

Standing outside, waiting for the door to open, Lena took a moment to appreciate the stars. This was why she took the nightshift. She loved looking at the stars. Back home, she never got a chance to see them. There was too much light pollution. This was her favorite time. She found the Big Dipper and was about to look for the little dipper as well when the door opened. She peeked through the darkness. "Come out, I'm not scared." Papers rustled inside. Heavy footsteps followed. A man with wild black curly hair came out of the darkened lab. He fiddled with his glasses.

"H-Hello. I'm-"

"Wow!" Lena said, "You're tall!" The man towered over her.

"Uh thanks?"

She gave him the receipt and rocked back and forth on her heels as he signed. "Thank you…" She squinted to read his handwriting. "…Dr. Winston?"

"Yes."

"Cool! You must be really smart."

"Thank you." He was never good with praise. All those awards on his shelf? He was never present for them. They were mailed to his lab. "You got here really fast. What kind of car do you drive?"

"I ran."

"What?"

"I ran here."

"The restaurant is like three miles away."

"I'm pretty fast." She said proudly as she showed off her running shoes.

"Wow."

"Do you run?"

"No…I-I don't get out often."

Lena frowned. Winston wondered if he had overshared. Lena signed off on the receipt and gave him his copy. "I'll see you around, doc." Putting her hoodie up, Lena ran off into the darkness. Winston watched her until she disappeared. He retreated into the lab, toying with the receipt in his hands. He stopped when he saw what she wrote under her signature.

You don't know this but we're going to be bestie =D

She wanted to be his friend? Winston laughed. For the first time in a long time, he felt happy.

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