Brand New Eyes

“So Angie what do you want.” Jack asked.

“I don’t know, I can’t see the menu stupid.” I stated.

“Er, right.” I could feel the embarrassment radiating off of him.

“Here, let me guess. You want a hamburger with no mayo or tomato, french fries, and a root beer float.” Alex boasted proudly.

“I can’t believe you remembered.” I chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll have that.”

“And I bet you’d like to share that with me.” Zack nudged me.

“In your dreams Merrick.” I scoffed.

“Nah, in Zack’s dreams, you’re there and-“ Jack began, but was silence my guess was by Zack.

“That’s enough Barakat.” Zack growled.

“Someone is PMSing.” Jack mumbled which made me giggle.

“Hey y’all, I’m Sandy. What can I get ‘cha today.” Our waitress said in a fake southern accent.

“Root beer float.”

“Lemonade.”

“Sprite.”

“Coke.”

“Root beer float.” Zack finished up.

“Hey!” I said smacking him.

“What?” He yelled surprised.

“You so copied me.” I huffed.

"In your dreams." Zack said.

“Nope, Angie's dreams Zack is-“ Jack started once again but I stabbed him on foot with my cane. Instinctively he looked down only to be face to face with the table.

“You idiot, I dream in color.”

“Sorry.” He gasped. “I’ve learned to never joke around with Angie.” After he said this I smacked him harder.

“Don’t fuck with me.” I growled. All Jack did was nod. “Good boy.”