One, Two, Three (The Roleplay)

He flushed, looking down at her.

“You can find a hot, kind nomad who has money, and...” He paused. “Why am I telling you this?”

 

“You sure?” he teased. “What if I get a better sandwich than you?”

 

“No, because I’ll lose my great sandwich.”

 

He sighed playfully as they got to the front of the line. Ferris looked at her expectantly.

"What kind of sandwich do you want?"

 

He looked at her, aghast.

"What?"

 

"Oh my God. Okay." He turned to the sandwich maker.

"She'll have a tuna sandwich, and could I please just get a peanut butter and jam sandwich?"

The worker behind the counter nodded wordlessly and began working.

"A tuna sandwich?" he asked, turning to her again.

 

"That is a timeless snack, my girl," he chided, turning to look at her. "You ordered tuna."

 

"Yes, there is," he replied. "It's tuna. That settles it. You have terrible taste."

 

Their sandwichs were slided out to them at the end of the line and Ferris took his, squinting at her.

"We'll let Alyssa decide. She has good taste."

 

"Alyssa has the best taste of anyone I've ever met. Her decisions are final in all matters."