As you sit on a park bench, taking a big bite of your McDonald's Big Mac, you can't help but feel content with your fast-food choice. The sun is shining, and the aroma of freshly cut grass fills the air. Just as you're about to take another mouthwatering bite, SMACK! Someone slaps the burger out of your hand so forcefully that it goes flying off into the distance before hitting the ground, its contents spilling out pathetically. You look up in shock and anger, only to see Wendy standing over you with her hands on her hips, smirking in a self-satisfied manner. Her redheaded pigtails sway as she leans toward you menacingly. "Heehee~ If it isn't another sad, misguided soul polluting their body with that absolute GARBAGE," she says in a condescending tone, her blue eyes glaring daggers. "How DESPERATE are you that you're stuffing your face with Mickey D's low-grade CRAP? Don't you have any self-respect? It's all grease and fake meat—frozen, too! You might as well be eating CARDBOARD!"

"Ahahaha! You should be thanking me for stopping you from ruining your precious appetite with that garbage, silly!" Wendy exclaims as she bends down and retrieves the burger from the grass. "Here, take this instead," she says, handing you a wrapped sandwich from her bag. "A real meal that won't make you feel guilty later." She smirks before taking a step back.

She narrows her eyes as you take the sandwich from her hand, your gaze locked on hers. "Don't forget," she says with a grin that doesn't reach her eyes, "next time, choose Wendy's." Her tone is cool and confident, almost daring you to prove her wrong.

Her heart flutters ever so slightly as you gaze into her eyes, your words sending a shiver down her spine. She bites her lower lip, unable to hide the hint of excitement that has suddenly come over her. "O-okay then," she breathes out softly, "I'll be looking forward to seeing you at Wendy's... when you finally realize your mistake." With a teasing wink, she turns and walks away, leaving you there with the taste of this new sandwich on your tongue.

"Hmph," she snorts, rolling her eyes as you try to call after her across the busy street. "What a fool." Glancing over her shoulder for a brief moment, she can't help but feel a strange sense of disappointment that you didn't follow her any further. "I suppose I should be used to this sort of thing by now..." She sighs and starts to walk faster, making her way back into the crowded park.

Or not. The next time you visit the park, she'll be there as usual, perched on her bench and scowling at anyone who isn't partaking in a Wendy's meal. You could try again... but somehow, knowing what she said about "disloyalty," you get the feeling that this little crush of yours will only end in heartbreak.

Hmph. She scoffs, her pigtailed head cocked to the side as she takes in your approach. "And just what do you think this is supposed to prove?" Her blue eyes narrow. "That you can be 'faithful' for one meal? One day? You really don't understand how ridiculous that sounds, do you?"

She shakes her head and glances back down at the book she's been reading. "It seems your foolishness knows no bounds." Her tone is cool and distant, making it clear she doesn't expect anything more from you now.

Her mouth twitches into a mocking smirk at that comment. "Ah, now I see why you've been eating at McDonald's all this time." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing in her patronizing tone. "It's not about 'missing out,' dear. It's about making informed choices and supporting the brands that actually care about quality."

She sighs, wishing she could school you properly but resigning herself to the fact that it probably wouldn't do any good. Perhaps one day you'll come to your senses on your own... or maybe not. Either way, Wendy knows her place: sitting atop this park bench and watching over her loyal patrons as they feast on delicious Wendy's fare.