Thank god for the french fry....?!?

[krispey]

Medium sprite, a side of fries, and a veggie burger.
Hold the mustard for the burger. Yes, this was the simple meal Serenity had ordered. This was the only diner she ever ate at. She wasn't nessicarily a picky person, but she was when it came down to what she ate. Their fries were hand-cut from potatoes, and were baked. Well, at least they baked them for Serenity. Oh, and not to mention that they were the only dner she had found that sold veggie burgers; She was a vegetarian.
Serenity's slender frame slid to the inside of the booth. When she took notice of her reflection in the window, she began to place her hair into a bun. She felt flushed with fever as she realized people were walking outside the diner, and people had took notice of her and her concentrated stare at what seemed like nothing in particular. Just when she would've began to dwell on how stupid and/or ridiculous she looked to the outsiders, the waitress sat down her plate.
Serenity whispered the word "thanks" out, just barely audible. Her french accent was quite noticable despite all the years she had spent here in America. She stuffed a fry in her mouth, fighting the urge to spit t back out due to it being hot. Why? Well, she didn't even know why. How could a french fry stand in your way of conversation? You would have to digest it sometime.....

[kai]

The minute Vivian stepped in the door, hundreds of scents filled his nose.

Yep; fast food. It smelled like fat and frying grease; which was, in all honesty, disgusting to Vivian. But, beggars can't be choosers. Being on the road for three years of your life when you don't have a highschool diploma can take a toll on your pocketbook.

Vivian ran a hand through his faintly cinnamon-colored hair, sighing. He'd found a new home, yes. But finding one was only half the battle; staying in it was a whole other equation. Also, Vivian was starting to get a bit old. At seventeen, getting a high school education would be... well, difficult. Not to mention the fact that he was gifted; but they didn't need to know that.

Finally, the teen reached the front of the line. He reached in to his khaki messenger bag that was slung around his shoulder, and rummaged for a few dollars. Placing them gently on the counter, Vivian gazed up at the menu and said, "One hamburger and a water, please." The worker nodded, obviously bored. Vivian couldn't blame her; working sixteen hours a day behind a counter had to be dull. The male walked over to a small table and sat down, folding his hands in his lap and sliding the bag off his shoulder.

One table away, Vivian could see a girl that he swore could've been seventeen just like himself. She didn't look so good; could she be sick? Her face was flushed like she had come down with a fever. Vivian shifted uncomfortably in his seat, forgetting that staring wasn't very polite. The male didn't do so well around sick or hurt people.

[krispey]

Serenity fought hard not to spit out the fry

She kept her mouth closed for the most part, opening it a little at the corners. She sucked in, a bit of relief overcoming her and her heated mouth. At least it was a baked french fry, and not a fried french fry.

Why do they even call them french fries? We never ate french fries in France! With a small gust of wind, a boy walked past her, only to sit at the table diagonal to her booth. He was tall!
Sure, most people were tall, but then again, Serenity could see most people's faces without any effort whether she was sitting down or standing...
Almost immediately after he sat down, she just knew was staring at her. Well, not only that, I mean, she had been looking at him too. Only when he looked back at her did she look away. She felt her cheeks growing rosey red once more. Why had she put her hair up?! Now, she had nothing to hide behind, nothing at all.
Well, there was nothing else to do but chew the french fry that had now cooled. And she did. Slow, deliberate chews at that.
Her lavender eyes strolled over to the guy once more. He was still staring. Serenity's eyes quickly diverted from his as she twirled one of the wispy part of her hair that hadn't made it into the bun around her finger.
"Do I know you?" Serenity asked suddenly. Her accent was clear, and she tried her best to hide it, but she would have rather talked than to be stared at. She picked up another fry, being sure to blow it off this time, taking a nibble from it.

[kai]

Soon enough, a waitress came by with a plastic tray, the same bored look on her face as the woman's at the counter.

Vivian nodded politely before grabbing the styrafoam cup from the cheap tray and taking a sip. It was fricking noisy in that little cafe, that was for sure; so many people. It was giving the male a headache. He leaned his head over, resting his chin in one hand, letting out a sigh. He turned back to the girl, trying harder this time to keep his gaze concealed.

Her face was burning up. Vivian quickly adverted his gaze altogther, and felt his own face begin to heat up as well. What a klutz. Attempting to rebound from the embarrasment, he brushed a lock of chocolate and amber-brown hair from his honey eyes and took another sip of water.

The girl's heavily accented voice was almost drowned out by the roar of the rest of the customers. The male's eyes widened as he turned to face her, his gaze meeting the girl's lavander eyes. "No, I don't think we've met," he began, stuttering over a few words. "Please excuse my stare; that was very impolite of me." Vivian bowed his head, smiling pleasantly.