Luckily, despite the fact that the place is packed with people, we still managed to find a table, which is a relief because the three of us are really famished, especially after inhaling the familiar aroma of the chicken.
"Let me order for us, so stay here," I said, and without waiting for their response, I turned on my back and then went to the counter to queue. I rolled my eyes at seeing a couple in front of me. The girl is clinging to the guy as if he will disappear at any time.
I can't see their faces, but just by looking at their backs, they're obviously good-looking. The girl is tall with long brown hair that is tied high with a ribbon. She's wearing short denim shorts, so her long legs are showing. She looks like a model.
I'm not the kind of person who likes to compare herself with someone else, but I can't help but look at myself. Well, I also have a set of long legs, but I just don't like wearing shorts unless we have volleyball trainings or it's the game itself, because the last time I did, my mood was bad for a whole day because I was pissed with the boys who were looking at me.
I rolled my eyes heavenward when I realized that the couple in front of me was already taking too long. I walked closer to them, and by the sound of it, it seems like the girl hasn't made up her mind yet about what she likes to eat, while the guy with her, who looks like a gangster because he's wearing all-black clothes, keeps telling her to try the chicken joy.
The fuck! Who actually doesn't like chicken joy?
And the weird thing is, the guy's voice is familiar. I can't remember exactly, but I have heard his voice somewhere.
I looked at my best friends, who are obviously getting impatient already; they're even showing me their wrist watches while holding their stomachs as if they're really hungry.
"I'll just have a sundae," the girl in front of me finally said. Thank heavens! But damn, all this waiting just for a sundae?!
"Okay, I'll have spaghetti and chicken, please, along with fries and a cheeseburger," the guy said.
I secretly smile at that. Coincidentally, what the guy said is exactly my favorite food here.
After a few moments, they're finally done. When it was my turn, I hurriedly said what I wanted to order.
"Ma'am, I'll send someone to assist you, okay?" the cashier said because he used three trays to put all my orders on and I couldn't bring them alone. Another male crew member then approached me to help.
While approaching our table, I narrowed my eyes when I saw my friends talking to the couple in front of me. And based on how they look, it seems like they are arguing.
"Miss, we came here first. The table doesn't have your name. If you want a table of your own, you should've gone to a restaurant instead! This is fast food! You can't just tell people where to sit!" I heard Trina snap. I was about to say something when I looked at the guy.
My eyes widened. No shit that his voice is familiar because we just met yesterday and his name is Blaise!
"So, what if you came first? My honey bunch and I like this table. Isn't it, Blaise?" the girl said, even clinging to him, but he could not care less. His eyes are fixated on me.
"Miss, there's a vacant table there, so go away!" Gail said, who had already run out of patience. She even pointed at the vacant table she was referring to.
I put the tray on the table, and that's also what the male crew said. He then told me that he'd go to the counter again to get the third tray. I do not intend to join the argument unless -
"Candace!" I looked up horrified as the bitch poured her sundae on Gail.
Okay. That's it.
I looked at her pointedly and walked in her direction. Trina was about to attack, but I stopped her. Instead, it was I who faced the bitch, who's now raising her poorly pampered brows at me.
"Now what? Are you going or not?" she growled at me.
"Gail, stand up," I said without looking away from the bitch. When I made sure that Gail was not on the chair anymore, I grabbed the end of the girl's hair and rammed her face onto the chair.
"You want this chair? Then it's fucking yours, dumbhead!" I shot at her. She's yelling, yet it can't be heard clearly because her face is on the chair.
She could hurt me, but not Gail. Not my best friends. I am not a violent person, but I'm not one who tends to just let something like this go.
I pulled the ribbon from her hair, which is fortunately long. Unlucky for her.
I forced her to sit down, then tied her hands behind the chair. She was yelling relentlessly, as if we were murdering her.
"What's wrong, honey? You want this chair, don't you? If you're not going to stop yelling, I'll cover your mouth too with French fries in it so you can't really make a noise at all. Is that okay?" I asked sarcastically.
From my peripheral vision, I could see Blaise laughing. The bitch is asking for his help, but he's not moving at all. It seems like he found this amusing.
"Thank goodness, it's spicy," Trina said as she took a mouthful of the chicken. I also started to eat.
"Spicy chicken joy is life, eh?" Gail said, who also did the same without even cleaning herself first, so I grabbed a tissue and then wiped her hair. Thankfully, it's not much, but her skirt is soaking up the sticky texture of the sundae.
I looked at the bitch angrily, who was also looking back at me with equal hate. Without looking away, I had a mouthful of the spaghetti and chicken.
"What's with that look? Enjoy your throne. You like it, don't you?" I teased.
"Baby, help me," she said, begging Blaise, who's looking at me as if he's asking permission. I raised a brow at him.
Oh, babe, I did not notice you there. Who is this giraffe you are with? Your new toy?" I asked Blaise with all smiles. My friends coughed upon hearing that and then looked at me with widened eyes.
"Why don't you introduce us to her, Blaise honey? She seems nice," I said sarcastically as the horrified look of the bitch satisfies me; she looks like crying anytime by now.
To my horror, Blaise moved and then walked towards me. He then cupped my chin towards him and kissed me on the lips.
Too much of me for being sarcastic.
"Candace, meet Arya. My girlfriend."