In porn.

"Aa-ha!" Stanley flicked his gaze back to Claire, buzzing like an overly caffeinated postman in an Old America advert. "I got it! You were in a porn film, weren't you? The one with the -- "

Before he could recklessly continue, however, the server looked around frantically and leaned her cute head out of the window, placing one finger on the clueless driver's lips.

"Shhh!" she urged. "Yes, I was! But can you... not be so loud about it?" A reticent sparkle was cast over her eyes as she retreated back into her station. "That... was a while ago. I decided it wasn't for me."

Stanley raised an eyebrow. "How old are you anyway?"

"Eighteen."

Clearing his throat awkwardly, Stanley shifted his gaze forward. "I see."

"It's not like that," the young woman clarified. "I'm turning 19 next month. It's just... it was only a year ago and I was of age but it feels so long ago now. It was really just peer pressure from a friend I knew who worked in the business, and, well... it's a long story, but somehow I got swept up and starred in one of his employer's productions." Claire blushed, looking down. "I'm still not really sure what got into me..."

An incredulous laugh left Stanley's freed lips. "Wow." He shook his head, resisting the urge to look her over and visually undress the lady. "Your parents were fine with this?'

Claire nodded. "Yeah, they were. I guess at the time, being short on funds was also part of it... maybe they saw it as an opportunity for me, for their own daughter, to help support the family. Sure it wasn't the most conventional approach... my mother works for the local church community service group too..." Claire frowned, but relaxed, looking back at Stanley. "But they were actually supportive of me. Pretty cool, I guess," she allowed a laugh of her own, "if I was into that kind of thing as a career. I talked to some of my co-stars -- er, people on the production who didn't really have that luxury. In fact about half of them grew up in broken homes."

"Sounds nice."

"Well, it wasn't so bad. They actually were all really friendly with other."

Stanley stroked his chin, still hard-pressed to believe he had an actual (short-lived) porn-star in his midst. "Who woulda guessed, huh? So you didn't have any sort of sexual experience before then?"

"Yes, I did, actually," Claire refuted, "but it wasn't, you know, as... involved. It's hard to break into that kind of industry completely inexperienced after all."

"Oh shut up," Stanley gamed, "a pretty girl like you? I bet you were constantly getting that hot coitus-action, weren't you? Your talent was what landed you the gig, wasn't it?"

"Yes," another blush appeared on her cheeks, and her eyes darted down again. "Honestly, my parents never even knew about it, or the fact that I was constantly getting laid. That was actually how I met my friend who worked there in the industry -- I ended up going down on him, and, well, he, you can say... appreciated my talents." Growing crimson, Claire shook her head. "Anyways, that's a lot of information already, I think." Quickly changing the subject -- or rather, bringing it back to focus -- she reverted to a professional composure and pressed, "Is there anything else you needed, sir?"

Letting his eyebrows fall back into place, Stanley recollected himself and cleared his throat a second time. "Er, no, that would be it." He looked back and forward conspiratorially, then leaned in for one final whisper, "Just... tell me one thing." Eyes gleaming, he gave her his best, charming-rogue look, summoned a husky man voice, and asked, "Are you taken?"

The next minute, he was driving up to the second window with a wistful sigh departing his lips.

"Here's your two deluxe meals, sir," chirped a generic uniformed male. Two bags were passed to him. Placing them in the passenger seat, he nodded with a quick smile to the man at the window, pressed against the pedal, and took off.

At least he got his delicious bacon cheesecake deluxe. And not just one, but a duo -- with one for free! How much better can a morning start?

The aroma filled the car, and the humming 20-year-old licked his lips. He couldn't wait to get to the parking lot of the store to start munching down.