3. Condiments
"Welcome to McDonald's how may I help you?" Her nonchalant voice rings in my ears.
"Well..."
Long pause.
"Sir?"
I pull up to the window and can't help but to smile ear to ear. At last, I met my Rose.
"Did you not hear me?" She frowns.
"I am the client. I think I deserve I little bit more of hospitality," I simply smile.
She never smiled back though.
Instead she pulled out a pepper spray and blinded me my beautiful eyes.
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