Eye Love Starf*ck's

(author's note: written with prompt of "cornea transplant, eyes recognize each other, people don't like each other, make them fall in love" i did what i could. hope it's funny at least.)

Eye Love Starf*ck's

It was his first day back on the job at Starf*ck's after receiving a cornea transplant and Jack was having a bitch of a time remembering which fridge they kept the 0%, 1%, 2% and 100% milk in and where which size actually was grande. His eyes, although they followed each command of his brain, didn't recognize anything even if his mind did.

But then, the door opened and in came the most beautiful woman Jack had ever seen, and what's more, he recognized her as she recognized him. She seemed to have a new haircut (never thought she would have spiked and dyed it like that), all sorts of holes filled with metal in her face (completely unexpected and frankly, quite disturbing), and a total overhaul of her wardrobe, dressed in a men's work shirt and khakis with big black combat boots on her feet. Jack didn't know anyone like her, but his eyes had seen her before.

Sally stopped in her tracks just inside the door and stared as if commanded at the guy working behind the counter. He had an unbelievable amount of gel crusted into his black swirling hair, a gold hoop and chain pierced into his ear and dainty, manicured hands. His shoulders were thrown back as if he wanted to display nonexistant breasts but his eyes were fixated on her brand spanking new ones, giving her an unreal sensation of familiarity, but also a kind of creepy vibe.

"Wow, hi." Jack said, his eyes not moving or blinking.

"Yeah, hi. Do I know you?"

"I guess not, but you seem familiar. It's like I know you well, or love you or something, but why would I? You're a woman."

"Yeah, I think I have met you, but I'm in a rush, and you're creeping me out so could you just take my order?"

"Uh, what do you want?"

"Something overly-complicated that vaguely resembles coffee, please." Sally requested, pulling out her wallet.

Jack grumbled and whined while he tried to find the 1% soy milk, pissed he could feel such an attraction to a woman, a scary one at that. When he handed her the drink, she waved a dollar bill in his face and offered up a thank you.

"Look, you do seem familiar, but I don't really like men, not even gay ones." Sally cleared her throat.

"Hey, I share the sentiments, except reversed."

"So, I guess I'll just see you around, then?"

"Works for me." Jack agreed and put the soy milk in the wrong fridge.

"And if I ever come in and want to stare at you for hours, is that alright?"

"Oh yes, please do. But let's not tell anybody, okay?" Jack begged, his eyes weeping with an odd mixture of joy and shame.

And so Sally came into Starf*ck's everyday and order the same complicated coffee concoction and Jack made it for her everyday and accepted the dollar bill she waved in his face and stole looks at her sitting in the corner for hours, staring at him.

Eventually they married out of boredom and lack of other options but never had sex really or tried for children. It was just something else to do and their eyes loved each other, so they figured it was good enough.

The End.