His Order
Nervously, Kiara asked him what he wanted to eat. She had to use everything within her to keep her composure.
The man smiled, displaying a row of rotting teeth, before pointing at a double cheeseburger on the menu.
“Two double cheeseburgers with extra pickles and a large Coke. Takeaway, please,” he said. Kiara couldn’t place his accent from these few words, but she was still sure he wasn’t from around. “Coming right up,” she smiled.
