Loki and the Cheese Quesadilla

It was 6:59 am Loki had be up since 4:00 am he awaited outside Taco Bell's front doors. His umbrella broken from the extreme winds of that morning he stood soaking wet. It had been raining for two weeks and he hated it. His tailored black suit seemed out of place for where he was, a run down mall. A small beeping came from his Avengers watch it was now 7:00 am Taco Bell had opened. 

A squat balled, and rather unhappy looking man came to turn around the closed sign hanging from the Taco Bell door. His name tag read: Roger. 

Loki stood looking up at the Taco Bell menu as Roger waited for Loki to order. Loki had been standing there for nearly half an hour. "Do you know what you would like?" Roger said unenthusiastically. 

Loki looked at the balding man. "Yes, I would like seventy five cheese quesadillas."

Roger seemed unimpressed with Loki's decision. Loki inserted his credit card chip reader and as that was being processed  a tall blonde haired beauty emerged from the back door. Loki could just make out his name tag, Kyle. 

"Sir, you can remove your card now." Roger said as the unbearable beeping came from where Loki had inserted his card. Loki removed the card swiftly still eyeing Kyle. 

Roger turned back to the kitchen. "Kyle your half an hour late! I only got you this job because your mother suggested vaguely that she may be willing if ever desperate enough to give me a hand job."

"Gross." Kyle responded.

Loki watched this interaction carefully. "Now, why were you late?" Roger asked. 

"My boyfriend broke up with me, ROGER! He fucking broke up with me! Like the prick he is!"

Loki's ears perked up at this, Kyle was single? Now Loki being the bisexual man he was had a girlfriend. A very nice woman of thirty named Linda. But Loki didn't really care anything about her so he decided to pursue Kyle.

Kyle came up to the counter holding Loki's giant to go order bag. "Number twenty-seven!" Kyle yelled to the empty Taco Bell. 

"Right here." Loki said giving Kyle the most seducing stare. 

Kyle scoffed, "Well, here's your uh, seventy-five cheese quesadillas... You, uh having a party or something?"

"Yes, a birthday party." Loki said mysteriously.

"Oh, how old's the kid turning?"

"Thirty-fiveish." There was a pause, Kyle looked confused. "It's my birthday party."

"Oh! Nice, nice..."

"Kyle, would you like to come to my birthday party?" Loki asked.

Roger watched all this what the fuck was he watching?  

"I would love to come to your birthday party..." Kyle said leaning over the counter ever so slightly. 

Kyle took Loki's receipt from the bag and scribbled down his phone number. "Here's my number..." Kyle said seductively. 

"I'll text you." Loki responded in an equal tone. Roger shook he head thinking again why did he worked at Taco Bell again? Loki took the bag and headed out the door as Kyle yelled, "Hey, what's your name?"

"Loki." Loki said not turning around. He exited Taco Bell once more entering the rainstorm outside.