Wendy's

Well, you ARE hungry. And nothing fills the ol' tank like slightly soggy fries and a beef patty that probably should have stayed a cow. You chuckle a bit and head into the fast food joint, smelling the familiar scent of grease, potatoes, grease, and overpriced lemonade.

You walk up to the counter, about to order yourself a bite to eat, when the hooded figure next to you accidentally drops her food. Then, with the reflexes of Flash in DC comic #247 (one of the few comics you own... that you brought with you) you sweep down and grab the bag and drink, taking caution not to spill either over as you spring up to hand them back to the person. "Here. You dropped this." you say confidently, but that confidence as the now revealed girl takes her hoodie down to show her face to you. She is a goth, clearly, but damn does she have looks. Her white face looks like it was chiseled from marble, or maybe snow. Her coal black lips look tantalizing, a small silver ring in her upper lip seeming to dance around her mouth. Her brown eyes both are cold and warm at the same time, somehow, and make your voice catch in your throat. Her black hair has hints of red, as if she is a redhead dyed black for the goth look. You swear you see a blush run across her face as she meets your eyes, her hands reaching out to take her food back. "Thank you..." she says softly.

Quick! Say something! Stop her!

"You're beautiful-WELCOME! I ment you're welcome. You're not beautiful. I mean you are! But not that way. I mean.. well that is...