The chubby guy
sitting across from his girlfriend
is slowly eating his kale salad.
Beside the salad, is an open container
of… peaches I think,
considering the yellow wedge cuts.
They might be mangos.
She has already finished her salad
and is surfing her phone.
By the looks of the two
they just came from working out.
It is a gorgeous day.
Probably went on a hike.
He is gnashing on each bite of salad
like it’s the only food in the world
and his micro expressions never change.
I recognize the look.
The mangos are like candy and a dessert
which he doesn’t dislike,
but I can see he is just biding his time.
He wants a fucking burger.
She is a tiny little thing, hot as all hellfire.
She hops up from her phone smiling
and happily grabs the containers
leaving him to his mangos.
She walks away,
proud of him and of herself
for getting him to do the right thing.
I watch his face,
his dead eyes, and the slight frown
that arrives on every second bite,
forcing the completion of this chore.
At his first opportunity
he will be heading to a drive through.
He finishes more than half the mangos
before he quits,
calculating the most he would have to eat
to make her happy.