It's been almost a week since the last time I actually spoke to Tom. I wasn't actually mad at him anymore, I wasn't even mad in the first place. I'd just acted the way I did because I was grumpy and exhausted that day. Yeah, I know I can be quite a jerk. I just can't help it, my brain just shuts off and I become all cavewoman-like. Reverting back to primal instincts and forgetting everything else in the process.
We're starting our charity event soon. In fact, it starts exactly thirty minutes from now. I'm on delivering duty today, taking the orders to the kitchen at the back and then handing them to the right customers.
I'm going to be doing a lot of walking today. Megs is helping out in the makeshift kitchen. Laying newspapers and getting all the cooking appliances ready. That's the most french fries that I've ever seen in my entire life.
McDonald's has nothing on them.
"Hey, Megs! Ready to get greasin’? Or be greased?"