All I got in response was a small, insecure, sniffle and her small, soft hands hardening into fists that would help her not to cry, but her hands failed her and she began to cry as if the world were ending. XXX May I take your order?” I partially leaned out the window and said clearly, “Yes, that would be nice! J-Jo-osh!! So, I created small talk, “So, Boo, how old are you?” I didn’t get a response until afew seconds after the question was asked, “I’m thirteen,” Akward pause, “I think…” That last statement confused me greatly, but at the same time got me very interested on her age topic. “You think?” I inquired. She then sniffled before questioning, “R-really??” I smiled lovingly at her, and was about to continue, when the car behind us very rudely interupted our moment by honking their fucking horn.
