Moonlight shimmered off her silver fur, even under the fluorescent lights of the Drive-Thru. Her thin, sharp horn tip tapped against the glass politely.
I slid my window open and the unicorn placed a folded bill into my hand, gazing through long gold lashes at me.
"Keep the change," she said.
"O-okay," I stammered, handing over her order.
"Oh did I say no cheese?"
"You did."
"Good!" she exclaimed and trotted off into the darkness.