You try to remember

"What did they order...?" Shit they had ordered... You recalled the fries...and... you hesitated...

"D-cups... you there?" Barbie said, using your nickname affectionately, not with mockery or cheers like guys did... "Did... did you get any of their order?"

"No... no I got it..." you nervously responded.. you were like Barbie, you weren't a ditz who'd just forge orders and flirt apologies... right, you weren't a ditz... You had to think, you were distracted my chad and idle thoughts but you had heard tthe orders you just had to recall them...

The moment you'd sat on Chad's lap... you think you remember wings... barbecue... yeah that sounded right, with blue cheese...

Moments later Chad had wrapped his arm around you deliberately placing his hand on your breast... and you think you remember the first friend ordering a burger... the Deluxe... yeah...

Lastly right as Chad's dick was getting hard and you felt it pressing against your ass through your super thin shorts, the other friend had definitely had order the fish tacos... definitely... most likely... probably...

"No.. I've got it all in here..." you say tapping your head, forgetting your nails and painfully poked yourself in the head.

"Ow..."

"Girl... I'm graduating this year and I adore My little Maddie but I'm pretty sure you'll be taking the title of Barbie when I leave.

You blush... kind of annoyed... you weren't a ditz... you weren't a Barbie... you could've majored and succeeded in Law... but now you're stuck modelling and working at Hooters... but you're not a ditz... right?

You put the order into the kitchen and go about dealing with your other tables until Chad's order comes out.

You balance one plate on each arm, leaning them against your breasts, then grab the other plate, and the fourth, the 3 sides of fries with your two free hands and head towards Chad's table...

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