Girl: Alfredo. Extra saucy. Extra cheezy garlic bread. And how about a slice of that red velvet cake?
I watched as the girl ordered. Next to her stood a big buff guy. He didn't speak, he just stood there and looked tough. A bodyguard.
The girl then reached into her bag and pulled out a wallet, to which she then pulled out a $50 dollar bill.
As she turned to walk away after paying, the smell of cocoa butter and brown sugar radiated off of her.
YN~
Jason: Do you want to wait in the car?
Me: No, I would like to wait here. It nice and air-conditioned in here, and there is a cute guy here too.
I said looking in the direction of the guy who stood behind me in line. He had dark hair and a jawline chiseled by the gods themselves.
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Jason then helped me into a seat.
I watched as the guy paid for his order then sat on the other side of the restaurant. When he looked up at me, I quickly looked away.
Soon my order was being called.
Once I had my food, Jason and I left and headed back home.
Once back home, I sat at the dining table, Jason at my side.
Me: Jason, would you like any?
Jason: No thank you.
Taking a bite of my food, I sigh.
Jason: Is it not good today?
Me: No, the food is perfect. Just how I like it. However, that handsome man from earlier is on my mind.
Jason: You shouldn't worry about men. They are no good for you.
Me: I know right? I should hurry. I have to race again tonight.
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Wooyoung POV
Me: Tonight?
San: Yea. We got some cops undercover that will be in the race too. They got mics on them so we should be able to hear everything they do.
Me: Street racing isn't really my jurisdiction.
San: Well it is tonight. The race is starting at 10.
YN POV
Me: So can you tune it?
Yunho: Yea. I could also add on the turbo upgrade to your engine and upgrade the skirts and your wing so that it pierces through the air easier.
Me: I was also thinking of bulletproof tires.
Yunho: Bulletproof? I don't have those. I can call around to see who does have some.
Me: Sure. But don't tell them who asked.
Yunho: Y-Yea, of course.
Me: I could really use a paint job.
I said, sitting on the hood of my Corvette, drinking my Starbucks mocha frappe. Jongho then slid from under the car. Just so happened to be between my legs. Good thing I was not wearing a skirt or dress. Looking down at him, I wait for a response.
