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Noel was half asleep working at the Taco Bell drive through when his watch beeps twice. He checks the watch, it's 6:16pm, he should be here soon.
"𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺", he thinks to himself. Just like clockwork, Mischa pulls into the order window a minute later.
"Heeeeeyy Poet" he says with a smirk on his face. Noel had a long day, he doesn't want to do this over again.
"I haven't seen you in so long. I miss my Poet". Noel blushed a bit but still tried to look away.
"So one medium frozen coke, six piece nuggets and loaded fries" he says in response, It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Mischa always ordered the same thing every time he came. He loved seeing Mischa come over everyday but he hated being seen in an ugly uniform.
He passed a receipt through the window "How did you know my order?" he asked, slightly confused. "Because every day you come over at 6:17pm, order a frozen coke, six piece nuggets and loaded fries, and leave at 6:19."
"It's not my fault I want to see you. You have such pretty face I don't want to wait 'til tomorrow to see my shawty again"
Noel never liked the word 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘵𝘺, he didn't like being called by it. But with Mischa it was different, he loved the way his accent made it sound.
He looked at Mischa and met with his eyes. They both smiled back at each other. He always found a way to make his day, even by just being there.
Suddenly a car honked from behind. Mischa looked back in surprise, as if he forgot he was in a drive through.
Noel jumped a bit, and shook his head. "You're here for the 4th day in a row, aren't you going to tip me this time?" he said, half jokingly.
Mischa smirked again, "I'll give you your tip later, Poet", and drove away with a wave. Noel froze, he could feel his face heat up. He could also hear Ocean in the passenger seat screaming. "Ew gross Mischa I'm here too! I was going to ask for a-", her voice faded away before he could hear the rest.
The next person drove up but he could still feel his face heated up. "Uhh, you okay kid? You're bright red."
Noel quickly turned to a reflection in the window glass, it was true. He was painted thoroughly red.