[ 🌸 ] she hates slow days. who didn’t when it came to working at a fast food place? it was a given fact, a fact that yeri highly believed in. with eyes wandering around the vacant room, she couldn’t help but sigh in exhaustion while petite fingers carefully dance along the cold surface of the counter, a small pout beginning to form along her cherry stained lips. although it wasn’t something that she put much thought into, she felt off-- even she, herself, couldn’t put her finger on it. what could it have been? the ticking of the clock on the wall beside her snaps the female out of her thoughts, resulting in her head to turn and look up-- 11:08am. ‘wait, what?’
taking a few moments to read over the clock, nervousness finally rushes through her veins, striking each and every nerve in her body-- sudden panic taking over her expression. sweaty palms and horrid attempts of acting calm. she always feels like a complete fool but there wasn’t a thing she could do. instead, she continues to wish this happens every day-- at least, when she’s around, of course. it wasn’t long until the sound of the opening automatic door and familiar footsteps filled her eardrums. the striking black hair that barely brushes over his gentle features and plumped lips that eventually forms into a smile that made her weak in the knees. all he had to do was be there. stand there in his former, tall glory while staring up at the menu and, again, she felt like a love struck fool. “were you ready to order?”
11:11am
( @yesanha )
