I was 16 when I worked at Taco Bell. It was right next to my high school, an easy job, and fun because my friends would always come in to hang out when it wasn’t busy.
I’m a pretty girl; tall with nice curves, green eyes, and dark red hair. I was used to guys hitting on me and I just brushed it off, I had a boyfriend at the time and I was, still am, extraordinarily loyal. I’d had a few weird guys hit on me, like one time a guy asked what tasted the best and I said it’s all pretty good, only for him to ask what I tasted like in response. I’m tough, with eight years of mixed martial arts experience and a few months of juvie due to former drug use, several suspensions for fighting, and one expulsion for violent tendencies under my belt. Nothing scares me, so stuff like that always made me laugh.