i sneak my hand around the table and snitch one of nathan's fries. he doesn't notice, he's too busy wolfing his animal style burger. i grin to myself, wondering what he would have done if he had caught me. probably just glared in his 11 year old way.
i happen to glance up and i see a young man. i study him for the few seconds it takes him to reach his seat at the table next to ours. something about his face is intriguing. sandy, tousled hair rests above lean, elegant bone structure. his blue button-up shirt (chambray?) and the neckcloth lend him an air of "i'm not from around here."
he doesn't look the type, but hey - everybody loves in-n-out.
I love in-n-out.
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