Did You Get A Whopper Novels & Stories

I prayed for the latter when he said, with a knowing look like he understood maybe I did not want to talk about my potential dating checklist, "Touchy subject, huh?" "Not really, it is just I am not even in that frame of mind right now to even think about my checklist." His expression changes to one of understanding, and he offers a small smile. "So, have you decided what to order yet, and where is that waiter?" I asked the latter, looking around. "He will be here soon," Daniel answered my last question, then told me he decided to have the Triple Classic Burger, extra cheese with onion rings, and fries with a milkshake. Lovely, I am getting the Classic Burger and fries...

She opened the door and helped me put them into the back of the car. "Starbucks or McDonalds?" I asked her once we had settled down in the car. "McDonalds." She answered without missing a beat. "Double quarter pounder with cheese! Double quarter pounder with cheese!" She chanted excitedly. "Alright, missy. We'll take it to go, though. I received a call earlier, so is that okay with you? We can go out some other time." "It's fine. I'm just happy we got to spend time together after everything."

Soon, we were at the front of the line. "Hello, what can I get you today?" the cashier greeted me. I looked behind her at the massive chalkboard menu and ordered, "I'll have the Big Kahuna pastrami sandwich with a side of broccoli cheddar soup, please." "And for you, miss?" the cashier asked Evelyn. "I'll have the Reuben with a side of potato salad," Evelyn said with a smile. Evelyn slid her card to the cashier, and I said, "You don't have to buy my lunch."

"No Ms. Francis, I got strict orders to take no turn offs, only straight to your apartment," I sighed and pouted my mouth, what am I, a twelve year old? "Ok, well I'm hungry, go to the nearest Popeye’s, take the drive-through.” Henry was a slower driver than Patrick, what should have taken him fifteen minutes, took him twenty-five, he was a cautious driver, I guess I’ll just have to respect that. "Hello, good day, can I get a chicken sandwich, a three-piece combo, with macaroni and cheese, a large grape soda, and a mud cake, please"

Am I being a bitch? Cortland finds the first Wendy’s, and we hit the drive-through. He is thoroughly amused when I give him my order—a single hamburger with everything, large fries, a large Coke Zero, and a large frosty. I simply shrug. Once we get our food and hit the road again. I get Cortland’s out for him, open his sandwich, and arrange his fries so he can eat and drive.

I reached my matte black Shelby GT500 parked down a side alley and slid into the driver’s seat, shutting the door without a sound. As the engine purred to life, I loosened my gloves, pulled off the cap I’d used to shadow my face and tossed it into the backseat. Fifteen minutes later, I walked into a Pizza Hut like any regular man after a long day. Three large boxes: pepperoni, cheese and meat lovers, and a kids meal with chicken bites, juice and extra ketchup. The girl behind the counter gave me a curious look when I asked for the ketchup. "Something for the kid." I muttered.

I hit him so many times, harder than he hit me, and I’m a better driver. We decided to take a break first and ate a corn dog. It was his first time trying the one wrapped with diced potatoes and with the inside beinghalf sausage, half mozzarella, since he usually just gets the classic one. He wanted to stick with the classic at first because he didn’t think he’d like the combination as much as he does now.

"What do you want?" I looked at the banner and said, "Since it's cheap… that means I can order a lot. Am I right?" He laughed and said, "Yeah. You can. Go on." "What should I order?" The girl at another table, "Go for a Double cheeseburger. I love it."

“Sure, sweetie. I’ll go grab that, and you take a look at the menu.” It felt so good to be out and around people again. People whose smiles were genuine. Erica, as her name tag read, set a cup down in front of me a minute later, drawing my attention from the menu. “Ready?” I nodded. “Can I get the buffalo chicken sandwich with blue cheese and extra buffalo sauce, with fries?” “Sure can. Anything else?” I scanned the menu. “Can I also get the steak sandwich, fries as well, please?” “Can do. That it?”

“You’ve made me an offer I can’t refuse. You should seriously think about selling cars instead of popcorn. I hear the pay is better.” “I’m quite satisfied where I am.” “Happy to hear that. I’ll add the Whoppers.” “Whoppers,” Arianna groaned. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not too heavy on my Whoppers now.” “I can’t stand Whoppers. The chocolate coating is fine, but the inside. Ugh, it’s a no for me.” “May I have a pen?” the handsome stranger asked. “For what?” Arianna questioned. “To fill out this customer satisfaction survey. You are not making a good impression on me, Miss Ava.”