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Hey. I wrote a thing to flex my writing muscles. Let me know if I’ve peaked anyone’s interest. “Hey, let’s stop here.” I finally said aloud, breaking the silence. “Huh? What for?” “I want to grab a bite to eat, and this place looks good.” I gestured towards the restaurant in question. It was a small, hole in the wall place on the road side that, based on the sign, served burgers and sea food. Just my style. Ann knew as much, because she was cocking an eyebrow and studying my face. “Fine. But if they don’t have salads, we’re leaving. I’m not eating any fried food on this trip.” “Deal.” I pull off the road, and park out front. For a small drive in place, it actually looked pretty good, aesthetically speaking. The paint looked fresh, the windows were clean, and they even had some nice outdoor seating with colorful umbrellas open. The only thing to indicate this place's age was the neon sign in the parking lot. It was shaped like a jumping fish biting down on a burger. The metal was rusted and it looked like part of the light was removed. On said sign, it stated this place was called “Todd's Tackle Box”. Kind of a weird name, but this is a fishing town, so I guess they’re playing to their strengths, at least. I look back at Ann as she daintily slides out of the truck with a reluctant grimace on her face. Come on, don’t be like that. You know how much I need this. I wait until she makes eye contact with me so she can gaze into my puppy dogs eyes before turning towards the entrance and grabbing the door for her. As expected, this just makes her scowl. Inside, as indicated by the sparsely populated parking lot, the place wasn’t particularly busy. There was a family next to the window, and older couple ahead of us placing an order, and three construction workers sitting in the corner. Behind the counter was a tiny girl with strawberry blond hair, wearing a blue t-shirt with the restaurant logo on it. Which is stretched across her… generous bust. Ann immediately took notice, but I don’t think she caught me staring yet. I was more interested in the menu above her anyway. “Hello there! Welcome to Todd's tackle. What can I get started for you?” She chimed upon my approach. Guess I’ll order first. “I’ll take the double cheeseburger with grilled mushrooms and a side of fries.” “Small, medium or large?” “Small.” “Would you like anything to drink with that?” “No.” She jotted down my order on a piece of paper. “All right, and for you?” “I’ll just have the shrimp salad please.” “All right, and what kind of dressing?” “None, but can I get some oil on it.” “Sure. Now, are you two together?” “Yes.” I reply. “Excellent. Your order number is right here. Thank you for your patronage.” I accept the paper slip with a nod and find an empty table to sit and wait. My girlfriend follows suit, taking a seat with a sigh. Hmm. I was expecting her to have a rod up her ass, but she seems even more out of it than usual. She must be nervous or something. There’s gonna be a lot of stuffed shirts at this little gathering we’re going to, so I can’t say I’m looking forward to it either. Still, it was her idea, so I’m not sure if I see the problem. “Something wrong?” I ask, trying to get my concern across. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’m just tired from all the driving.” She says, stretching. “But we need to make this quick so we can get on the road again.” “Oh, is that all. We got loads of time, still. And besides, if you’re so sick of riding in the truck, isn’t it a good thing we’re stopping?” “I guess it is nice to get a break, but I wish it didn’t have to be here. I don’t understand why you like places like this.” “And I don’t understand how you can tolerate all that weird health food. It's just a subjective sort of thing. On that note, I haven’t eaten anything in eight hours, and I’m not planning on making up for that at the party, so you gotta let me have this.” “Fair enough. Thanks for doing this by the way. It really does mean a lot.” “Eh, it’s fine. I wasn’t really planning anything special for spring break either way.” I hope I didn’t come off as too mopey on the car ride here. Maybe that’s why she didn’t put up much of a fight. Oh well, works out for me. Eventually our number is called and I go over and pick up our food. The burger actually looks pretty good, with a toasted bun, relish, crisp veggies, charbroiled meat and a surprisingly generous pile of fries for a small. I could feel my mouth water just looking at it. Also, I’m not really a salad kind of guy, but from what I could tell, Ann's food was pretty good too. Tossed mixed greens with tomatoes and shrimp with that oil she likes for some reason. Apparently she picked up the habit when she tried ketosis this one time? I’m not sure. I don’t think she was doing it right. I put the food out on the table and immediately begin tearing into it. Ann, for a moment, just sort of watches with a perplexed look on her face, before turning to her own food. I try not to let it bother me. “I can’t believe you can eat that much. Where do put it all?” “Like I said, I’m running on empty,” I reply in between mouthfuls. “And besides, I’m like twice your size. Of course I need more than you.” “True. If I ate like that, I’d probably be as big as you in no time, just in the wrong direction.” Well, she almost saved it at the end there but then she glanced at the cashier, who currently had her back turned to us. I just roll my eyes and sigh. Because of her height, it wasn’t super clear from our current vantage point, but earlier we noted in addition to her bust, she had a pretty sizable rear and a small dollop of belly. Hardly enough to call her fat, but compared to my bean pole of a girlfriend, there was a pretty noticeable contrast. Actually… “What, you jealous or something?” I decide to give her a prod. “What? Jealous of who?” “I saw you checking her out earlier.” I glance at the cashier. She still occupied with something else. “Yeah right. And you weren’t?” “Who me? No, no, I’m far too wholesome for that.” “Right. You do realize how heavy those things have to be, right?” “Eh, a fitness fanatic like you could probably handle it.” “Whatever. Even if I did gain weight, I doubt would look as good.” “So you admit she looks good, then?” “…I’m not eating your trash. Drop it.” Okay. Well, I think I’ve taken this far enough. I just shrug and go back to munching on my burger. Ann starts picking at her salad, ignoring the fried shrimp entirely. It’s hard to tell if she hates it or if she’s just being spiteful. Eventually, I finish everything my plate, leaving the restaurant satisfied, albeit a little bloated. Ann doesn’t bother finishing her meal, tossing the left overs in the trash. At first it just seemed like she was being bitter, but she said she was full and as we got in the car, the way she shuffled in and held her stomach, it seemed like she meant it. “What, was that too much salad for you to handle?” “No, it tasted fine, but it was just really greasy for some reason. I think strawberry back in there added too much oil.” “Ew. Sorry. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all.” “Eh, it’s okay. At least you liked. That’s pretty much why we stopped anyway.” “Cool.” And like that, we drove off. Hope she’s still up for this, ‘cause there’s no way I’ll get through this with out her. … “Hey, Stacey, what happened to that jar of cooking oil I left on the shelf?” “Huh? Oh, it’s over here. A customer asked for salad oil, so I used it for their order.” “… I’m sorry, what?” “I put it on the counter over- “No, I mean what did you use it for?” “A salad? Why?” Todd's brow furrowed. “When did they leave?”