Help ;-;

lol jk I don't work at a Wendy's and there's no drop-dead gorgeous women in Maryland.

Translation: I am going to pretend this never happened. I asked her out. She took one look at me. She smirked and put the book down. I thought she was going to give me her number, a blowjob, SOMETHING. But instead she spoke, and I listened: "You work at a Wendy's and my daddy makes a quarter million every month. I only come here daily to read and drink a crappy milkshake because in the meantime, I feed on the infinite pheromones you release in hopes you get to nail me. You play maple when you get home and you have more zits on the corner of your forehead than I have pages left to read. Die, communist scum."