ROLEPLAYING (PRIVATE)

"Okay," Michelle sighed as she got up and led out Rod of the house before closing the door and locking it. She then went over to the car as she got inside and started the engine; she then pulled out of the driveway as they drove off to the nearest MacDonald's.

"Whoah, didn't knew you've got a car" Rod laughed "But anyways, i've gotta be the one who gotta drive" he sighed

"Yeah; it's still kind of difficult to drive; I decided that if I got to stop relying on my parents to take me places, I might as well learn how to drive. I passed the driver's test after having held my driver's certificate for so long," Michelle added.

"Well, driving for me wasn't ahrd, but it was a little bit complex" Rod shrugged

"Yeah; I get startled by cars once in a while," Michelle nodded as she sighed while chewing on her lip thoughtfully. "So what did you think about our encounter last night?"

"It was the best night i ever had" Rod smirked "i would love to repeat it"

"Yeah, me too," Michelle smiled shyly.

"So do you wanna a honeymoon?" Rod smiled

"Yeah; how soon do you want to get married?" Michelle replied.

"I dunno, maybe as soon as possible" Rod mused thoughfully

"Yeah; I would like to wait a little bit," Michelle nodded as they arrived at MacDonald's and went up to the drive-thru to order some food.
"Hello; what would you like to order?" a computer voice intoned.

"Yeah, I would like Cinnamon Melts and a vanilla shake, please," said Michelle.

"And i want a coffee, please" Rod added

"Okay, that would be $10.27," the voice replied as Michelle moved up to the first window to pay.

Rod then drew out his walled as he got a $20 dolalr bill from it, then handed it to Michelle

Michelle then paid the employee the money and then moved on to the next window, where another employee gave them their bags. "Take care; have a good day," he smiled as Michelle nodded before she drove off.

"I hope that American Mc Donald's food is good, Argentinian one is bad" Rod sighed

"I'm sure it is, Rod; I don't know about Argentine McDonald's, but the American one is just as good as the American Burger King," Michelle reassured him tenderly.

"I hope so" Rod smiled

"Why is the Argentine one bad?" Michelle frowned.

"Well" Rod sighed "To begin with, they serve your french fries with salt"

"How is it bad? You don't like french fries?" Michelle wrinkled her nose curiously.

"No, i liek them, but in Argentina, there is a law that strictly forbids selling fast food with salt because salt gives blood pressure problems to ederly adults and to teenages sometimes" Rod sighed "My father, for example, has a blood pressure problem and cannot eat food with salt"

"Yeah, I know what you mean; my daddy has to be on a special diet too due to his diabetes and his heart disease. He often takes insulin up to four times a day," Michelle replied briskly.

"THat's bad" Rod sighed as he took a sip on his coffee "But anyways, let's have our breakfast and then we go to have fun" he smiled

"Yeah," Michelle nodded as they drove on home.

After they have reached the house and eaten breakfast, Michelle was busy putting away everything in the trash while cleaning up the kitchen. "So how was the food?" she asked Rod.