Puppy Vision

He sat himself down at the counter before me and plopped down his head face first.

I greeted him. "Hello to you too."

A muffled "Hi" escaped him.

"How can I help you, sir?"

He grunted.

"Then that'll be the bacon cheese fries, mango smoothie, and fish burger."

He grunted. He rummaged through his jacket before fishing out his wallet and sliding it across the counter. I rang him up and let him be to prepare his smoothie and fries.

"The best pick me up is food." I placed his meal on a tray before him.

"Yes..."

He seemed to have his headphones in. Seeing him hunched over the desk like that, I was tempted to stroke his head which at the moment seemed like a puppy.

I didn't realize I was actually doing it, until his hand moved to reach for the smoothie and I retracted my hand quickly. It felt as if my hand was on fire.

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