Never Forever

Chapter Three

Spending enough time in the dark corner of the booth people watching to observe their behaviour. My anger cools all the way back down in to the pit of my stomach where it lies dormant waiting to be lit from underneath boil it up. There is something about sitting on my own to observe the behaviour of people don't realise that I am doing to just so that it can help me take my mind off of my own family. Other people's drama is funny to watch and I only need a large bowl of sweet popcorn but instead this time I have a number of hot pretzels sat within in hand picking reach.

Mama Gloria is the best and tends to put trial items in front of me that she is wanting to put on the menu for a special or a limited time offer and today the pretzels are to die for with their caramel flavouring. Thankfully she knows me well enough to ignore my attitude, behaviour, and the angered vibe I'm giving off without intending to while I am spaced out watching other people.

"Girl I swear if you continue to stare at people like that someone is about to complain and will go ahead and call the police for being stalker and maybe added harassment on to that. If the police officer is having a bad day of their own and they do like to throw a spanner in the works to make other people's life a living hell." Ronnie the head chef called out from the square sized window hole in the wall on the other side of the kitchen door furthest away from me.

Without fail and breaking eye contact with the occasional person walking in through the door searching the room for a spare open table somewhere within the diner, I know Ronnie has chosen to discard his hair net for a bright orange bandanna to keep his hair back and out of the way. Mama Gloria will have his hind for not wearing some sort of protection against hair getting into the food and she is known to firing staff on the spot if things are even the tiniest bit out of the place or won't follow through with the way that she likes things done. I think by now and a handful of threats against being fired by Mama Gloria, Ronnie has a good idea on not to poke the beast at time of day.

"Don't be such a sour puss Ronnie. Just because it is a beautiful day and you are stuck a roasting hot kitchen cooking for the rest of the day. Without much relief to spend your shift out in the alleyway trying to work on your tan while the others around you are picking up the slack on mama's level of perfection."

"I could say the say the same for you girl, I heard Mama making imminent threats down the phone to your mother I think who took it her stride to call over and demand that you return back to that clubhouse of yours to smooth things over with the hysterical step sister in the background."

"Why am I not surprised? Mother must always have her fingers in everything that I could and just cannot leave me alone for five minutes for a breather."

"Yeah I there has been a new biker every few minutes walk back and forth from one street onto another constantly staring through the window in your general direction only to be shut down by a deadly stare from mama. But I do hope you've seen the man closest to the book beside the window in the flannel shirt and black jeans not paying attention to the menu in his hands. Too preoccupied with sneaking glances in your direction only to shoot his eyes back down to his phone resting in the pages of the menu."

"Oh I know. Who do you think I have been staring at this whole time? My mother will send anybody who is willing to spy on me for a bit of cash on the side."

On that note the said man is fidgeting mess in his seat wildly searching around the room for my zoned in staring. Which I find most laughable resulting in my mood being lifted up partly in to a happy one. With that being said the atmosphere immediately changed in to a complete three sixty upon a group of twelve individuals burst their way through the doors screaming and shouting at the top of their lumps clothed head to toe in black waving machine guns high above their heads. Ninety percent of the diner screamed out at the tops of their lungs petrified that someone would end up with a bullet between the eyes if somebody decided to play the hero and attempt to save the day.