I have to write about the guy that came into McDonald’s on Friday……. he was so freakin’ hot…….. He had kindof a Hispanic look to him, but he was pale. Facial hair….. one earring……. and then he talked — shimatta, I was gone — he had a voice just like (I’m not kidding) an anime gay: light and smooth and innocent-sounding, with this adorable laugh. So I just stand there in the grill like an idiot, and Ryan wonders what’s wrong. I use a Lydie-chan phrase: “Break me off a piece of that!” Ryan looks up at the two guys and back at me skeptically. “The little one?” he asks. I nod. “I’ll go tell him,” he says.