Cluckstruck — The Waiter's Cruel Message

No screaming chicken. No bulging eyes. No obnoxious yellow beak. I was looking at an actual human face black hair cool pale skin high brow bone long narrow eyes a nose bridge sharp and straight he was so good looking my brain went blank in solid three seconds the man walked up to me when he saw me he froze too are you lily are you blake his expression flickered i could finish

i'd already stopped caring i shot up out of my chair walked a full circle around him leaned in In closer, then closer again. His whole body stiffened. Why are you staring at me like that?

I reached out, hand trembling. Don't move. I need to confirm something. My fingers were an inch from his face when a waiter walked over.

Ma'am, are you ready to order? I spun my head around. A chicken in an apron stood there, smiling politely. I turned back.

Hot guy. I turned again. Chicken back again. Still hot guy.

My eyes lit up brighter and brighter. He looked more and more alarmed by the second. that's when his phone buzzed on the table you saw her man thanks for this really you handle the breakup talk for me yeah she's got that face thing anyway

thinks everyone's a rubber chicken she'll never know it's not me another message popped up oh and brace yourself I found her old photos she's built like a beach ball 200 pounds easy the air went dead silent the man looked down at