Alfred is going on a much needed vacation and he already has a replacement. A nice dining worker in need of some serious cash, it seemed too good to be true...... it was
In the heart of Gotham a small family owned dinner called Heartfelt dinner. It's considered a hidden gem in since not a lot of people know about it but it has some of the best food. And Alfred just so happen to know this fun fact. He became a regular rather quickly, so much so that he had become rather acquainted with the owners
*DING*
The fronts door opened and hit the bell on top of the door. In came a man, late 60's, in a dashing suit
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???: Welcome to Heartfelt dinner we - Alfred!
Alfred: Hello Samuel
Samuel: It's good to see you again, have a seat we'll be there shortly
He walks up to one of the seats and sits down.
*DING*
Just as he sat down the door busted open and boy ran through. He was of average height and build and carried a backpack but placed it down on a table nearby. This was (Y/N) Heartfelt, Samuel's son
(Y/N): Sorry I'm late, I missed the buss.
Samuel: Don't worry about it, just go serve Mister Pennyworth
(Y/N): Sure thing.
He puts on an apron and a hair net while walking towards Alfred. He pulls out a small notepad and pen as he arrived at Alfreds table and got ready to take his order
(Y/N): How can I help you mister Pennyworth?
Alfred: I would like a medium rare stake with a side of easy over eggs.
(Y/N): Sure thing mister Pennyworth.
He quickly goes into the back into the kitchen, passing by his dad whose crowded in papers. Once inside he hears his mom approaching him
Carrie: So what does he want?
The sound of wheels tuning could be heard as his mother approached.
(Y/N): Oh he wanted.... he wanted...
He couldn't bare to see his mom in that wheelchair. Her hair has fallen out, nearly, and was as thin as a sheet of paper. Her brittle state was a horrifying sight for (Y/N) to see.
(Y/N): He wanted the same thing as always.
Carrie: My specialty!!
She tries to get up from her chair and (Y/N) goes to stop her but she slaps his arms away.
Carrie: I'm not dead yet you buffoon.
(Y/N): Who the hell still says buffoon?!
Carrie: Your cool mom does.
She successfully gets up from her chair and walks to the grill/stove.
Carrie: I'll be damned if I die leaving our best customer unsatisfied!
