Burgers, Shakes, and Mistakes

Keep it together.

Oh God. Oh God, Buddha, Nirvana, whatever deity out there, please...do not let this be happening.

Ohm tried to keep calm, patiently waiting for his friends to order. Why were they here? When did they get here was a better question. Okay, no, he didn't need to be thinking about this right now. Later, yes, as later would give him the chance to officially panic, but not now.

"Have you guys decided what you wanted to order?" he asked, smiling through his internal screaming.

"Hey, my main Ohm boy!" Chilled grinned, holding his hand up for a high five.

Chilled, please, make this easier on me!

Chilled was left hanging by Ohm, causing confusion amongst the four. This was Ohm, right? They could definitely tell by his voice. Were they mistakened? Minx pushed Chilled's hand down, deciding to play along.

"Yes, we're ready to order," she began as she pointed to Yami. "My friend here and I will have the toasted English muffin and eggs and a glass of milk, please." Ohm wanted to hug the life out of Minx right then and there for being the sensible one out of the group. The other two followed suit, ordering what they wanted. Entoan ordered a western omelette with French fries and a glass of Coke, while Chilled ordered eggs and black toast with iced tea.

"I'll have your drinks over in a minute," Ohm told them as he picked up the menus and headed back to the hot line. "New order, table four, calling it out now! Two burn the British with broken hen berries and a glass of cow juice, cowboy with spurs with an Atlanta special, cluck and cremate with a cold spot!" He looked at his kitchen staff as he put the order on the wheel. "Please tell me you got all that."

"Course we did," said Jake. "We've worked here for quite some time. We're used to large orders!"

"I know, but we're getting slammed. I honestly don't know where all these people came from."

"We're not in the weeds yet, Boss," Evelyn came up from behind Ohm with a new order and grin. "We can get through this!"

"Y'know, when you said we needed to get ready for the breakfast rush, I didn't think we'd actually have a breakfast rush." Ohm rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh.

"Walking with table four's drinks!" A young woman set the tray of drinks on the counter. Ohm grabbed them and took them back to his friends, who seemed to be amused by the diner lingo.

"Burn the British, Yami," Chilled was saying as Ohm walked up. "Seems like they were thinking about you and Minx."

"Oh, shut it, you," Minx said before Yami could do anything about Chilled's comment. "Here comes our drinks."

"A Coke for you," Ohm handed Entoan his drink. "Milk for you and you," He set Yami's and Minx's glass in front of them. "And a glass of iced tea for you," He handed Chilled his glass, tucking the tray underneath his arm. "Is there anything else I can get you four?"

"Yes," Chilled began, leaning back in his seat. "I would like to speak to the manager about the décor because it is simply breathtaking." Ohm could feel his patience wearing thin as he tried to find some way to respond to Chilled in the nicest way possible. A nice, simple, humorous...

"Well, considering the fact that my mother has been deceased for two years, the manager would be me. However I don't know much about the décor since it was my mother who had chosen the style and, once again, she has been deceased for the past two years."

That was not at all what he wanted to say. It wasn't funny, lighthearted, or pleasant. In fact, it was downright rude and came out cold. Ohm knew Chilled was joking about the décor simply because he wanted a way to speak with him, but he had taken it a bit too seriously. The table fell silent, Entoan visibly kicking Chilled and causing the other to grab his knee.