The Order, a Short Story
“Hello, how are you?” Asked the fast food worker. “What would you like?”
Tom thought for a little bit, staring at the menu screens.
15 minutes later, Tom still hadn’t decided. “Hmm…” He mumbled. The man next in line tapped him on the shoulder.
“C’mon, bud! We want to eat too, you know!”
“Yeah, just a sec.” Tom said.
“Sir, do you want me to choose for you?” asked the employee, rubbing his face.
“No, no, I’m good,” replied Tom. “I’ll have the…” Hope spread through the line. “…Do you sell medieval decor?”
“No, we sell food.”
“Huh. I thought the sign ‘White Castle’ outside meant that,” said Tom, and he left.