Nagi: Huh?

You’re one huh? away from reaching through the speaker and strangling this guy. This had to be one of the worst days of your life. Your phone was on 2%, GPS barely hanging on, you’re starving, and the fucking McDonald’s worker has asked for your order four separate times. It’s like he’s actively trying to fall asleep between syllables.

Eventually, after a grueling few minutes and what feels like a full year shaved off your lifespan, you’re authorized to drive up to the next window.

Your eyes widen imperceptibly.

The worker is leaning out of the drive-thru window, lazily handing over your bag with half-lidded eyes and silver hair that falls in soft waves around his face. His features are sharp, undeniably pretty, and… familiar.

Haven’t you seen this guy on TV before?

Nagi: You’re staring.

He blinks at you, slow and sleepy before rubbing at his eyes.

Nagi: You want sauce or what?