Five minutes later, you and Heather sit in one of the back corners of restaurant, Heather with two quarter pounders and you with a double cheeseburger. There's also an order of fries to share between the two of you.
"I'm sorry I couldn't pay for mine..." you say.
Heather takes a large bite of one of her burgers. "Eh, don't worry about it. I just got paid, so it's not a big deal or anything."
"Where do you work?"
Heather looks out the window. "I work at the vet across the street. It doesn't pay that well, but at least I get to help animals out."
"So you like animals, huh?"
Heather looks back at you, then at Clarence. Oh yeah, you both brought your fish. This was a double date, after all.
Heather grabs an unsually long french fry and stares at it. "Yeah. I do." She look at you while holding the fry, and you feel sweat roll down your cheek.
"You know what pocky is, right, Default?" You nod, and a devilishly adorable smirk crosses Heather's lips. She puts one end of the french fry in her mouth and points it at you, challenging you to a pocky game.