Just a Jeep

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.

    The waitress sighed, running a hand through her blonde locks and placing a cup underneath the coffee machine for herself. The day was winding down and boiling to a close fairly quickly, closing time would be in a few minutes and it seemed the last customers were leaving. She cracked her back, sighing before hunching over the counter and exhaling a deep breath.

     That was when the bell above the door rung and a rather nerdy looking {but cute} boy trotted in. She was honestly pretty disappointed, she’d been looking forward to going home and curling up while she stuck her nose in a good book.

I'm gonna do it