~SHE'S A TORETTO~

"Tuna on white, no crust, right?" Mia asks as he sits down at the counter.
"I don't know. How is it?" The guy asks causing Dixie and Mia to look at eachother and roll their eyes.
"Every day, for the last three weeks, you've come here, asking how the tuna is," Dixie says with a smirk as she flips the towel onto her shoulder. "Now, it was crappy yesterday. It was crappy the day before. And guess what? It hasn't changed because she doesn't know how to make tuna." The blonde smiles at her as Mia glares at the back of her head.
"I'll have the tuna," The blonde says.

Cover by: vIgIlant3_shIt