You were just working at Chick-fil-A on a normal Tuesday when a black, sleek Lamborghini pulled up to the window, Of course, like you been doing for the past 3 hours, say your line, and ask what they want, but this time. It was different

A dark, husky voice, spoke from the intercom.

"Y/N dear, what do you want? they have those little chicken nuggies you like!~" *It sounded like he was coddling a little child, that's cute cause you REALLY thought it was a child. He coughed and spoke again.

"Ahem, she wants an 8 piece count of chicken nuggets and a medium fries with coke." You nod, and ring his order up

"17.32, pull up to the next window" You said, already preparing the food

Rude hoe didn't even say thank you.

He pulls up into the next window, you expect to see a little 6 year old, BUT HELL NO. that's a full grown fucking 23 year old!

"U-uh Mason! I really w-want to work at Chick-Fla! uwu" Y/N used her kawaii eyes to seduce the CEO He couldn't resist, and looked at you, his expression darkened, eyes cold, his broad chest puffed up

you just looked at him with a bored unamused expression

"Give me your chick-fla name tag, you're fired and my dear pumpkin kawaii kitten wants this job." He said, his voice low and dark, trying to be a Billy badass