Late Night Kebab | NEON LIT

Three in the morning, absolutely bladdered, standing in Best Kebab deciding between a large doner or a large doner with chips.

Important life decisions.

The girl behind the counter was watching me with amused patience. She was fit—properly fit—curvy in a way her grease-splattered apron couldn't hide. Dark hair pulled back, olive skin, eyes that sparkled with the exhaustion of dealing with drunk idiots all night.

"Large doner," I finally decided. "With everything. And chips."

"Living dangerously." Her accent was local, maybe a hint of something Mediterranean underneath. "Chilli sauce?"

"Please."

"You sure? It's hot."

"I can handle it."

"They all say that." But she was smiling as she built my kebab. "You're more polite than most at this hour. Usually get lads demanding 'extra meat' and thinking they're hilarious."

"I mean, I do want extra meat. But I was going to ask nicely."

She laughed—a genuine sound in a place that probably didn't hear much genuine laughter. "I'm Sophia. You're the first person to make me smile all shift."

"Ryan. Happy to help."

She handed me my kebab, our fingers brushing. "Eat in or take away?"

"Eat in." The plastic chairs weren't comfortable, but leaving felt like giving up something. "Keep you company for a bit."

The shop emptied out—even drunk people eventually went home. Sophia wiped down counters, stacked chairs, shot me glances that I was too wasted to properly interpret.

"You're still here," she said finally. "Shop closes in ten."

"Kebab's really good."

"It's a kebab. Same as every other kebab in London." She leaned on the counter, chin in hand. "You waiting for something?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe for you to finish work." I stood, walked to the counter. "Maybe to see if you fancy a drink somewhere."

"It's half three in the morning."

"So? There's a 24-hour McDonald's round the corner. I'll buy you a McFlurry."

She stared at me, then burst out laughing. "A McFlurry? That's your move?"

"Is it working?"

"Surprisingly, yeah." She untied her apron, revealing a fitted black t-shirt underneath. "Give me five minutes."

We didn't make it to McDonald's.

Her car was parked in the alley behind the shop—a beat-up Fiesta that had seen better days. She unlocked it, looked at me over the roof.

"I don't usually do this," she said.

"Do what?"

"This." She got in. I followed.

The back seat of a Fiesta wasn't built for two people, but we made it work. Sophia straddled my lap, kissing me like she'd been thinking about it all shift.

"Been such a shit night," she breathed. "Needed something good."

"Happy to be of service."

She laughed against my mouth. "Cheesy. But it's working."

She pulled off her t-shirt, revealing a simple white bra. Her tits were incredible—full and heavy, spilling over the cups.

"Like what you see?"

"Fucking love it."

I unhooked her bra, buried my face in her chest. She moaned, hands in my hair, hips already grinding against me.

"Need you," she gasped. "Now."

She yanked down her work trousers—awkward in the cramped space—and I freed myself from my jeans. She sank down onto me and we both groaned.

"Fuck—you feel amazing—"

"So do you—don't stop—"

The Fiesta rocked on its suspension, windows fogging up. Sophia rode me like her life depended on it, all rolling hips and breathless moans.

"Close—already close—touch me—"

I found her clit, rubbed circles while she bounced. Her moans got louder, less controlled.

"Cumming—fuck—yes—"

She came with a cry, her whole body shuddering. I followed seconds later, pulling out at the last moment.

We sat in silence for a minute, catching our breath. Sophia started laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"I gave you extra meat."

"That's terrible."

"I know." She kissed me quickly. "But you're smiling."

She was right. I was.

She drove me home—wouldn't let me walk alone at 4 AM—and gave me her number.

"Come by the shop sometime," she said. "I work weekends."

"For the kebabs?"

"For the company." She winked. "The kebabs are just a bonus."

I walked inside smelling of chilli sauce and perfume.

Best night out in years.