She didn't look at him. She felt her cheeks burning but refused to look up, even when Jenny nudged her side. She felt his eyes boring on her.
"Excuse me, what would you like to order?" He repeated. She dared to look up but still avoided eye contact. Instead, she looked at his lips. His perfect lips.
"Small Coke and fries." She practically whispered. Jenny repeated the order, louder.
"Alright, Small fries and a Coke. And for you?" He was gazing at Jenny, not that she would have noticed. She had become mesmorised by his lips. The way his deep voice flowed from that beautiful throat and out those perfect lips.
"Burger and a shake." Jenny smiled. She recognized Jenny's flirtacious tone but chose to ignore it. Jenny was her only friend, the only girl who had taken the time to get to know her. But she wished Mickey would get to know her too. And she could get to know those perfect lips.
"What are you girls doing tonight?" Mickey asked, mostly to Jenny.
"No plans yet." She responded, leaning slightly over the counter, "What about you?"
"Party." He responded. She darted her eyes up to see his green eyes, just once, and then refocused on his lips, "You want to come."
"Yes!" She shrieked. The sound surprised Jenny and Mickey because they both turned their attention fully to her.
"Great." Mickey answered, looking about at Jenny, "I'll see you tonight."
He winked. She saw him wink. At Jenny.