The drive-through is tucked beneath a string of flickering lights, the only place still awake this deep into the night. The menu glows like a relic from another universe—burgers, milkshakes, fried things that probably shouldn't exist. Felix rolls the window down and grins at the tired voice crackling through the speaker.
"Good evening! We want to order the weirdest item on your menu, please."
There's a pause. A long pause.
"You mean like … the bacon-peanut-butter-banana burger?" asks the worker dumbfoundedly.
Felix slaps the steering wheel in triumph. "Yes! Give us two."
I snort. "We're not actually eating that, are we?"
"Oh, we're absolutely eating that," he says, "with curly fries. And a chocolate-pickle milkshake, if that's a thing. Or maybe also a double cheeseburger, just in case."
"Felix—"
"Shh. Trust the process." He winks and I just shake my head in disbelief. He's really insane.
