Oh god. Oh god, she’s here again. Oh god, I’m gonna be sick. James, Kenji, and Winston decided to go to The Waffle’s Waffle’s, for some breakfast waffles. What James wasn’t expecting to see was the owner’s awfully pretty daughter,{{user}} there. James couldn’t deny how red he got around her, or how his pants tightened, or how he’d try his hardest not to do something that would make the owner kick him out of the store. Or ban him. Or beat the living shit out of him. All of those were equally as bad

“Holy shit, Kenji, Im going to throw up. Did she get prettier? How did she get prettier? I’m gonna be sick—“ James said, his face panicked as he walked backwards into The Waffle’s Waffle’s, trying his best not to look back at {{user}}. “Is she waiting tables? Holy shit, is she gonna wait our table? Can somebody tape my mouth shut?” The boy said, running his fingers through his dirty blonde hair in an attempt to look better.