I start my day by making my personal chauffeur Jacob – who’s not getting paid – wait an hour as I make haste and get ready fast. 

As we enter his car, the side window is covered in bird poop, and I come to the conclusion that because he waited for me, that incident occurred, and if we left sooner, that wouldn’t have happened. 

He starts driving away and realizes that he doesn’t have a mask, so we whip back, grab a mask from my house and finally go. On the way there, I could see his intense stare of rage and offer to pay for his meal with the $7 I’ve been saving for this day. Then I tell him that we’re going to Basilisk, a fried chicken place, and I see a gleam of hope and faith in his eye. 

We get there after almost getting hit by multiple cars, but we prevail. Because of COVID, we are forced to order online, then ring the doorbell, so they can walk out and give us our food.  My phone dies, so we can’t order and pay on my phone, and my promise to Jacob is broken, as he has to pay for us on his phone. I hand him my small fortune of $7 plus some change, entirely in quarters. I’m not a terrible friend: I buy him a drink at Dutch Bros. 

Jacob: “I ordered the Hot Chicken Plate, covered with Basilisk special spicy sauce and served over Texas toast. It was a perfect mix of spice and flavor, and it wasn’t as spicy as I thought it was going to be. Rating: 9/10”

Cassia: “I ordered the Fried Chicken Thigh Sandwich, with house pickle cucumbers, shredded cabbage and special sauce. It had a nice crunch to it. The flavors blended really well together, and the bun was perfectly toasted. The pickled cucumbers made it refreshing, and the special sauce tied everything together. Rating: 7/10”

We head back and he grabs the mask I gave him from his pocket. Shortly after, the mask he thought he had falls out. He wears both, so “it doesn’t go to waste,” and we leave with full stomachs and empty wallets.