Adventures

Let me set the scene for you. It was a hot August day in 2014, an inkling of a breeze touches my skin through the drive-thru window and Lord am I glad to have it. The drive-thru line is wrapped down and around the building seemingly never-ending. I'm awaiting an order for a patron, who's telling me how many Polynesian sauces she would like, to which I happily oblige despite me not understanding why you need 12 sauces with 8 nuggets. In my quick pace, I lean to ask the status of fresh fries with no salt, as people would often choose to order in the middle of a rush. I look into the kitchen to seek my response and there he is, the fry guy. His slight smirk meets my eyes as he and I connect gazes. Suddenly I find myself romanticizing, dreaming of our lives together and all of the dogs we will have. My daydreams whisked me away on that August day and suddenly they are no longer dreams, on August 8, 2020, I get to marry the mysterious guy that caught my eye that fateful day.