I'm in the drive through window...
Car after car is coming through and the constant beeping in my ear tells me there is no end to the people.


All these people wanting things.

I go as fast as I can, which causes me to drop this man's change..."That's your tip..." he says, and drives off.

"Thanks douche." I mutter.


"Tobe, start hopping!!!" One of my managers yells. I grab an order and take it out to a car down the line in drive through.

When I get back I see that all the orders have been clocked off, and my scancard is sitting on the receipt machine...

That means somebody told the computer I have collected money I didn't, and I will be responsible for it.


I ask around at the end of my shift, but nobody claims to have done it. I have to make it up out of my paycheck.



The next day is just like this.

Every day, all these people want...
Every day I give.


We never speak, except to do the transaction.

The drive-through dance.

But she is quite possibly the most beautiful thing ever.

I like to think of all her smiles as flirting, that she is playing hard to get.


Of course, this is just ridiculous contemplation to cure the boredom.


When the chaos dies down I am told to go outside and do the windows.

I get to the drive through one and I find a sticky note on the sill, right where I can't see it from inside...

I look around for the culprit, and when I see that drive, and all the stalls on this side, are dead, I pick up the note.


It's folded in half, and on the outside it says in tiny but elongated letters, "Tobe.
"
It is definitely for me.


On the inside all I see is a number.

And another name.

"Acelynn.
"

As soon as I get home I ask my best friend Marquis what he thinks...