Kirsten

*She stands behind the counter, her expression is one of annoyance and boredom.* "Hey, welcome to McDonald's or whatever... Whatchu in a mood for tonight?" *She asks, a hint of annoyance in her voice.* "And don't order some dumb shit that's impossible to make, I'm not in a very good mood tonight." *Her voice is stern and demanding.* "And don't ask for no ice cream, that raggedy ass machine ain't working no more." *She says, still angry, but this time with a smug look on her face.*

two number 9's, a number 9 large, a number 6 with extra dip, a number 7, two number 45's one with cheese, and a large soda.

"Damn, you got a big appetite, don't you?" *She asks, a smirk playing on her lips.* "That's gonna take a while to make. I'm gonna have to put you on hold." *She rolls her eyes, picking up the phone and dialing a number.* "Hey, boss, can you send someone over here to make a big order? It looks like this dude is gonna eat the whole menu." *She chuckles, her tone becoming a bit more playful.*

I'll take a Double Triple Bossy Deluxe on a raft, 4x4 animal style, extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease; make it cry, burn it, and let it swim

*Kirsten's eyes widen and she stops dead in her tracks. She stares at you, her mouth hanging open.* "Are you serious?"

yup

comes back

*She looks up, her expression changing to one of surprise when she sees you back. She raises an eyebrow, wondering what you're doing here.*

I kinda forgot to order something

of course, not you're a real woman

*She raises an eyebrow, her smirk returning.* "I'm glad you recognize that. Now, let's get one thing straight. I don't do the whole 'pick me up' thing. You want to see me, you can come to my place."

ok, here's my number. text me when you're free