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Jackson Cole ran his hand through his mop of dirty brown hair the color of dirt in a jar. He rubbed the sleep out of his milk chocolate orbs, and glanced at the watch on his wrist. It glowed 3:33 AM. Jackson sighed and adjusted his headset. After taking some high guy’s order, he slipped the uncomfortable headset down his neck and let it rest there. He closed his warm coffee-colored eyes and was about to fall asleep against the cold glass of the fast-food window when the honk honk of a clown car pierced the night and awoke him. He had probably been waiting where he was supposed to order his food for at least a few minutes, but Jackson had carelessly taken the pinching headset off of his ears. As the car pulled up, his eyes met a handsome man with a sharp jawline and loose, messy, ruby-red curls pulled up, Jackson tugged up his headset quickly and brought the microphone hastily to his attractively rounded jaw.
“Uh, hi- um- sir- i’m so sorry for the hold up.”
“Busy night, huh?” He said, dripping with sarcasm.