Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is true. It's true that it's a story. But not any kind of story. It's one more pathetic attempt to cash in on my desperate need to make fun of fan fiction, in particular, uber fan fiction. A lot. But nobody gets none, so you don't have to cover your eyes when you read this.
Special Dedication: To My Carrie Thanks for last night and every night for the rest of our lives. By Carrie's AJ. She strained her hearing in order to be aware of any footsteps that might mean that a customer was approaching the counter. In the meantime, she busied herself with the prep work that would allow her to quickly fill new orders.
Pepper turned around to see a tall, slender woman standing at the counter, waiting. She approached the counter, openly staring at the woman who she could only describe as drop dead gorgeous. The woman seemed to be taking an interest in her, too. Taking a quick peek at the other woman's nametag, the customer said, "Pepper.
Wouldn't you like to order something to put it on? The taller woman shook her head and gestured toward the counter help's uniform. I swear! My mother used to say that I can get so preoccupied with things that I'd forget my own name.
Can I get you anything? And if it's not too much, I was thinking about getting a room at one of the motels here in town rather than drive on to Houston for the night. What would you recommend? The motel advice costs a lot more, but I'm sure we could work out something. The older woman laughed, tossing her raven tresses behind her ears as she said, "I'll let you get real close and you can tell me if it is or not. My name is Alexandra Jude. You can call me AJ. Both women entirely forgot about the food order and stood staring in each other's eyes.
