WHO: Eddie Castile and OPEN WHAT: Going to McDonalds in his gym clothes WHEN: Wednesday morning WHERE: McDonalds WARNINGS: TBD, probably not STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Things were going pretty good for Eddie, really. He'd fixed things with Jill and could be with her now without freaking out and feeling that he wasn't good enough for her. He'd gone for that for long enough and it had been exhausting. Once in a while a tiny tickle of it would surface in his brain, but he'd learned to push it down and just let them both be happy.
His app was also going pretty well, and would give him something to do and a way to earn better money than he was now, he hoped. Not that he was starving to death or anything, but he liked the idea of being able to afford to buy nice things for Jill.
He'd just run about ten miles outside, and was feeling that good type of a burn you felt after a good workout. He was kind of stinky, but he figured it wouldn't be the end of the world if he went into McDonalds in his workout clothes and got a soda and maybe a pie to go. So...he did. And looking around it didn't seem like too many people were staring at his sweat drenched top. Apparently McDonalds was rather like Walmart in its 'anything goes' attitude.