Bridge Street.

Meet The Others.

George is back from lunch, the head chef has gone for his lunch, the restaurant is empty, usually it is between three to six in the afternoon, you might get the odd customer. Some Uk rap is playing through the portable speaker, while George wearing latex blue gloves on both hands, is putting some grated cheddar from a full container into half-blue bags on red scales as they read different numbers each time but have to be close to eighty grams. He will split the entire container in half, eighty grams are for the smoked haddock risotto, and the other half will be forty grams, which is for the Cobb salad.

Jackson sneakily walks into the kitchen, wearing his casual clothes, but George does not notice him, too busy dividing the cheddar. Jackson tries to scare him, but by the look on George's face, he isn't bothered.

George says, "Ciao bratr, got to try harder to scare me."

Jackson asks, "Ciao bratr, I will get you! How are you?"

"No chance, bro. I feel good today, payday, so I treated myself to a pack of smokes. How are you, brother?"

Jackson asks, "Every payday you do that, anyway; I am good bratr, busy today?"

George responds, "Always, I work for it otherwise just paying the bills, got to treat myself. Usual Friday lunch bratr."

"I second that; got to treat yourself, quick break?"

George responds, "Of course bro, one minute."

George takes his blue gloves off after he puts the divided cheddar into separate boxes lined with blue bags. George goes to the pizza section where the different day labels are on the wall; he rips two Monday labels off, takes the blue Barkley's Bank pen from behind his ear, writes the date on them, and after peeling them, sticking each one on the divided cheddar tubs.

The next day has begun like the last weather-wise; the only difference is George is standing at a bus stop not far from his home, and the obvious thing is that he has changed his clothes. An elderly lady with a walking stick stands not far away, waiting for the same bus, I would presume. There are houses all around opposite the bus stop through the middle is like an island with long green grass that could do with a trim, also there are trees dotted up it which was good to act as goal posts, for when George used to play footie growing up with his younger brother. Still, you have to be careful where or how you shoot the football because there are parked cars all along its left side, luckily they never smashed a car window; defiantly would have run back indoors and then hoped the person would not have came knocking at the door, would have not of mattered to George's pocket money if mum had to pay for the smashed car window, as he did not get any, his parents are not made of money, makes him appreciate what he earns; also George smashed a window when he was younger playing with a golf ball when he stayed at his dads that lived down a cul-de-sac, broke through some man's front door window.

A bus comes around the corner, followed by a dark blue saloon car, as the bus pulls into the lay-by to pick up its first passengers for this trip around. The bus doors open, and George lets the elderly lady go first; the blue car pulls around the bus, and George puts his thumb up in the air towards the people in the honking vehicle because they are his next-door neighbours. The elderly lady sits in a seat at the front, while George hops onto the bus.

He asks the bus driver, "How's it going bud? Can I have a day rider, please?"

The bus driver responds, "Certainly, four pounds fifty, please."

George passes him a fiver that he took earlier from his left jean pocket, passing it to him through the hole in the glass, which protects us from the violent bus drivers; of course, I'm joking apart from the road rage they may encounter because of other idiots on the road. The bus driver fiddles around on the ticket machine for a second; a ticket prints out from the device that George takes after he takes his fifty-pence piece change.