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The first thing Amelia does when she pulls into the Burger King drive-thru is honk her horn. When she doesn’t get an immediate reaction, she honks again.
“Hello!” Gura’s customer service voice was bright and cheerful. It’s the kind of voice she used when she was well past the point of frustration. It was radiating murderous intent around the crackle of the receiver. “Welcome to Burger King, can I interest you in a warm chocolate chip cookie to go with your meal today?”
“Uh, yeah, can I have a-” Amelia grins as she hears Gura exhale loudly. “I’ll have uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhh-”
“A number ten maybe?” Gura asks, her voice so sharply bright each syllable is trying to grow a blade. “Would you like fries with that?”
“I’d like a double four cheese whopper-”
“We don’t have-”
“-and some uhhhhhhhh-”
“We don’t have-”
“A double bacon king whopper with an extra king.”
“Okay, missy.” Gura's voice drops to a sharp whisper. It crackles loudly. Amelia can imagine she’s cupping the mic to not be heard by her coworkers. “We don’t have kings here, we got cookies and burgers.”
“Mmmm. Kinda false advertising if you ask me.”
“Watson.” Gura hisses. “I’m
working.
Are you ordering food or not?”
“Do you guys have McGridles?”
Gura swears under her breath, “I’ll Mcgridle you, you stupid detect- Hi!” Her tone changes in an instant, bright and cheery, “Welcome to Burger King! Can I take your order?”
Amelia can barely hold back her laughter. She says, “I’ll have uhhhhhhhh-”
“A ten-piece nugget meal?” Gura echoes, her voice filled with wonder and awe, “Jeepers, a twenty-piece nugget meal?”
“Now hold on-”
“A fifty piece- ”
“Gura!” Amelia laughs. “I want a burger. This is the king of burgers, isn’t it?”
“I just told you, we’re out of kings.” Gura lowers her voice to a guttural hiss, “And I’m outa fucks to give to if you wanted to know.”
“That’s a shame. I kinda wanted one of those.”
Gura chokes. There’s loud crackling through the receiver. Amelia smiles impishly, folding her arms over her car window. When Gura comes back, it’s like she’d brained herself with a bat to forget the whole conversation.
“Hi, welcome to Burger King!” Gura greets, saccharine sweet. “Can I interest you in the number four meal? It’s super tasty and won’t waste any time at all!”
“Nah,” Amelia says. “Can I have a McRib?”
“I’ll take out your freaking McRibs, you-” Gura seethes, “What’s your deal? Did you drive all the way out here to mess with me?”
“Yup.” Amelia pops her lips. “Wanted to see my working gal, check-in, see if she wants a Mckiss.”
“Mckiss these nuts, Watson, I’m not giving you-” Gura breathes sharply. She’s coughing as she belts out, “Dearly beloved customer! I would be happy to take your order!”
“How many times are you gonna get away with that before your coworkers catch you swearing at your poor clients.”
“Clients?” Gura echoes incredulously, “You’re a toad. ”
“I’m a hungry toad,” Amelia whines. “Gura, get me a burger.”
“What do you want?”
“It’s hard to decide.” Amelia drawls. “I guess maybe the four, but the six sounds good, or maybe I’ll get two of the number twelves- oh but-”
“Pull up to the front window, please,” Gura says darkly. The receiver cuts out. Amelia snickers, driving around the corner of the building up to the first window. She takes it agonizingly slow, her foot barely against the gas to take as long as possible. The door slides open and cracks from the force of it. Gura pokes her head out, her expression wrinkled with distaste. The Burger King hat on her head looked too ridiculous. Gura in a button-up vest at least looked snazzy. Her name badge had butchered her name. Guba it said. Amelia fights not to laugh.
“Look at you.” Amelia coos. “Working girl!”
Gura leans forward to hiss, “That’s right, I’m working. What do you want?”
“I already told you,” Amelia complains. “Sheesh. Worst service ever.”
Gura makes a bunch of frustrated, garbled noises. Amelia leans out her window slyly. She bats her eyelashes for good measure. Gura looks unmoved.
“You’ll have to pay,” Gura mutters.
“I’ll pick up some pizza on the way home,” Amelia says. It was the first bargaining chip that crossed her mind.
The tension in Gura’s shoulders loosens. She’s considering the offer. They got quiet as someone walks by, just the two of them. Amelia hasn’t taken her gaze off Gura. Gura huffs, crossing her arms cagily.
Amelia asks, “Can I have a kiss to go, please?”
“Fine.” Gura whines. “Literally could have waited till I got home you needy little-”
Amelia tilts her head. Gura leans out the window, grumbling under her breath, but she’s reaching up to drag the bill of her hat down. It hides their lips and it makes it all kinds of absurd. Gura tastes like cherries. Amelia can’t help but laugh.
“Have you been sneaking soda?”
“Shut up,” Gura says. She’s leaning back lazily. She runs her tongue over her lips. It makes Amelia’s heart stammer. “You got your order, Watson, now get.”
“So mean.”
“I’ll see you when I get home,” Gura says, unconcerned. “And there better be pizza there.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Amelia sits back in her seat. “Have a good day at work.”
Gura mimes blowing a kiss. Amelia catches it and hits the gas, nearly hitting the thank you for stopping by! sign on her way out. It makes her laugh, delighted to find a message waiting for her when she gets home. It’s Gura and she’s looking down at the picture with a blank frown. Her cap is disheveled a little and the first two buttons of her shirt are askew. She’s flipping off the camera.
Double four cheese this, stinky.
“Ew,” Amelia says. She gets Gura back by taking all the pizza out of the boxes and moving them to plates. She opens all the boxes on the table and sends a picture of them to Gura.
I got hungry, sorry.
The string of angry texts she receives has her shaking with laughter. Worth it, she decides, even though she knows she’s in for it when Gura gets home.
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