I know, I know, I so good at getting to your requests instead of doing Keefoster again and again and again and again and — anyways. This was a request from the one and only ghostly_feline, so . . . . here it is! Go follow her, she's awesome and amazing and her stories are EPIC. Anddddd, just a reminder that you entered the world of cringe-worthy oneshots like AGES ago, so you're stuck with me now ;). (Also, please, please, please, please comment! I love your comments, even if it may seem like I don't read them)

"How can I help you?" Sophie said as a handsome young man approached the counter, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old. His ice-blue eyes were bright, a teasing glint flickering behind them, and his blond hair was artfully tousled. He had an annoyingly perfect, chiseled jaw, but Sophie found herself staring mostly at his gaze, the warmth behind the cold color. He was ridiculously handsome, and he knew it, but there was something more to it. Something a lot deeper, and much sweeter.

She smiled politely. "I've seen you here before, haven't I?"

Yeah, she had. But she'd never taken his order before. Maybe someone else did. She didn't work full shifts, though, so maybe she didn't know him as well as she could've.

The young man laughed sheepishly. "I'm, uh, a vegetarian actually. And most of the vegetarian options aren't exactly . . . appealing to me."

"Oh. Well, McDonalds is a . . . great place to hang out, of course," Sophie lied, glancing around awkwardly at the place. Her workplace was cramped, overcrowded with kids, and the floor was littered with food as a result (poor Jamie's shift practically never ended).

He laughed. "No, not really."

When neither of them spoke for a brief moment that seemed to stretch for an eternity, Sophie mumbled, "So . . . no order? Excuse me, but I've got a few other customers to attend to, if you don't mind, sir."

He barely seemed fazed by her words as he held out his hand over the counter. "Keefe Sencen."

Sophie shook his hand. "Sophie Foster."

"I can't really get much from your menu," said Keefe, a handsome smirk gracing his soft lips, "but, if you wouldn't mind, I could do with a smile."

Sophie stared at him mid-handshake. It took her a moment to understand his words, and another moment to realize she was basically holding his hand, but by then, her words had already spilled out of her mouth. "I'm sorry, we don't sell those here."

Keefe grinned, sparking her heart into such a quick pace, it reminded her of a hummingbird. "I'd give you everything I've got, but you already have my heart."

Her mouth drifted open, but she couldn't seem to tone down her astonishment enough to close it. It was clear he was flirting with her, and she shouldn't have let it matter to her. But he was good at flirting. Since when were people actually good at flirting? If her own skills — or lack thereof — told her anything, it was that anyone her age couldn't flirt. And yet, here Keefe was, proving her wrong.

Sophie blinked. "Um. Sir, this is a McDonalds."

Keefe laughed again — but he didn't seem to know what it was doing to her. "Right. And you have customers — that aren't nearly as hot as me, if I do say so myself. But, as it turns out, I think you can help me with something. Would you say you're any good with love advice?"

Sophie shrugged. She wanted to tell him the truth, which was a simple, direct, 'Absolutely not,' but she didn't want him to leave. He made her heart flutter like an overexcited flying alicorn with sparkly droppings, and she couldn't understand why.

Keefe smirked, as if he knew exactly how she was feeling, but he didn't tease her about it, surprisingly. He seemed to have something else in mind. "See, there's this really awesome girl."

If she could've, Sophie would've taken her racing heart and stomped on it right there and then. Of course there was a girl. Keefe was so annoyingly handsome and obviously flirtatious. With those striking eyes, anyone would fall for him.

Anyone except her, of course. It wasn't like she cared. No, not at all.

"She's amazing, actually. Nice, funny, smart . . . With beautiful blond hair, and the most adorably sweet brown eyes . . ." He trailed off, the slightest shy smile playing on his lips, and his gaze scintillating brighter than a diamond in the sun. It locked with hers, as if he expected her to say something, but Sophie simply stared at him blankly. "I really like her, but it took me a while to work up the courage to talk to her. What should I do now?"

Sophie was extremely tempted to ignore him, or maybe dump a giant bucket of soda over his tousled blond hair.

For what? came the rational voice in the back of her head. So what if he liked someone? That shouldn't have — it didn't matter to her. He could like whoever he wanted.

"Ask her out," Sophie told him.

"If you say so." Keefe smirked. "Will you go out with me?"

"Just like that!" She said, plastering a fake smile across her expression. "You'll do great. She'll take one look at you, immediately see your sparkling personality behind those eyes, and she won't be able to refuse."

The blond-haired young man ducked his head, an unwilling grin spreading over his lips as he reached up and tousled his already tousled hair. "I-Is that a 'yes?'"

Sophie blinked. "What?" Her eyes flickered up to his, and suddenly, it was like she'd been washed over with an ice blue tidal wave, a fantasy world she never wanted to leave. It was . . . beautiful. He was beautiful. She'd never met anyone who could make her heart soar the way he could, and though she barely knew him, she could see the truth behind his eyes. He was that kind of person who'd do anything for his friends. Funny, with a hint of sweetness. Flirtatious, swirled with a pure sense of honesty. Not to mention, the dude was hot.

"I — I thought you said to ask you out. I mean, you said to ask her out, but I-I meant — I described you, so I figured that you figured that I —" Keefe paused, biting his lip ever so slightly before his gaze lifted to hers. "You do realize I was talking about you, right?"

Sophie stared at him, jaw agape. "Uh. What?"

He laughed. This one was different from the others. It was more . . . shy, and, despite only meeting him a few minutes earlier, it didn't sound like Keefe Sencen to her. And yet, somehow, it fit him. He was charming, and he knew it.

"Sophie Foster, will you go out with me?" he asked firmly.

Sophie blinked. What was she supposed to say? Yes? No? Whichever one allowed her to get to know him behind that grin.

That was a yes.

Wait, no.

Uh . . . If she didn't answer soon, she'd seem stupid. Heat rose to her face, and there was no doubt she was blushing more than she'd ever admit, so she stuck with what had worked best at school in theater class. "I . . . what's my line again?"

Keefe smirked, but bright red bloomed across his cheeks, reminding her a lot of the color of an azalea, and the two people in line behind him — who'd been becoming clearly irritated — laughed.

"Say yes!" said a girl behind Keefe.

"Yes," she repeated shyly, reaching up to tug out an eyelash. It was a strange nervous habit, and all throughout her life, her family would tease her about having an endless supply of eyelashes, but she couldn't help it, no matter how many times she would try to stop.

"Great," said Keefe through another laugh. "You're really cute, you know."

"I — uh . . . same. I mean — no, wait, I mean you too. Wait, that's not it." Sophie closed her eyes and shook her head. "Thanks, Keefe. But, honestly, if you keep saying things like that, I won't be able to think straight."

He grinned, handing her a folded piece of paper over the counter.

Sophie picked it up and unfolded it to find . . . numbers. A phone number. His number.

"You know that pavilion down by the nearby lake?" he asked. When she nodded, he grinned. "Tomorrow at sunset?"

Sophie nodded again, unable to keep the smile tugging at the edges of her lips from growing.

Especially when he tilted his head, and said through an adorably wide, goofy little grin, "Perfect. It's a date, Foster!"

Super short. I know. Not very emotion-conveying. I also know. Ridiculous lack of description. I know that, too. *sheepishly* I was excited, okay? Don't forget to vote and comment! Stay safe, luv yall! :)