Two Boys, One Sandwich...

Two boys. A sandwich. Eating out.

He's always been a Zinger boy. Since the first time they ate at KFC, that's what he would always order. Zinger, regular fries and Pepsi Max (since Coke Zero was not a choice). On certain occasions, he'd add mashed potatoes or one of the other side dishes.

But on any given day, he's perfectly fine with his usual Zinger combo.He knows it tastes well. He knows he loves the combo.

He knows it's what he wants.

It's not the same for him. The first time they went there, he got the same thing as his lunch companion. Zinger, regular fries, Pepsi Max. He even had the same side dish of mashed potatoes.

But the thing is he wants to try the other things on the menu as well. He still hasn't decided want he wants. On one hand, he knows the Zinger is good. He knows it takes away his hunger. He knows he's happy when he has it.

And yet, there's a side of him that feels like there might be something better. He doesn't want Zinger every single time. Maybe he's just not ready to stick to Zinger yet, even if every so often adding a side dish or a dessert seems to be more than enough to want that combo.

So how?

Maybe they can both just keep on going to that fastfood restau. He will continue to keep having his Zinger. He will maybe one day see that Zinger is good enough to satisfy his hunger. Who knows?