It's about eight o'clock at night. The heat outside is intense. I felt like it is stiff, if that is possible. Walking out in public sure is hard. Even if I am still wearing a mask and sunglasses. Now that I think about it, I look like and idiot with sunglasses on! There is no sun out! Forget it. I continue walking down the sidewalk, walking past people as I do so. The strip is very busy no matter what. It's like people don't sleep out here. Including myself...
The scent of street food was polluting the air, making my stomach grow hungry. My eyes and heard perk up at the familiar scent.
Is that, chicken?
The immediate memory of chicken was making my stomach rumble a bit. Oh god, I hope they got chicken... While I stide along the sidewalk, I find myself getting closer. The scent for stronger by every step I took. The sign was shinning brightly, flashing lights like almost every store here in the strip. Finally, I get to the restaurant.
The sign read, 'Red Lobster'.
Well. Hey, it's food.
I pull the handle on the door, the cold air quickly blows against me. Almost making me shiver by the temperature difference. I walk in, and am greeted by a desk infront of me. Front desk, or however they are called. Of course, there was a family in front of me, going to get a table first. I look down at their child. A little boy, he was adorable. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the family.
The little boy spots me, and he almost gasps. His mouth open. God... Please don't. I panic, patting my pockets for any goody I may have. I quickly pull a lollipop out of my pocket. Praying I had it, which I did. Those big dice lollipops that they sell at the ABC stores here on the strip. I handed it to the little man. Hoping that he wouldn't say anything. He took it, gladly. The little boy then held out his other hand.
At first, I was conflicted. But then, I remember and held out my hand as well. We exchanged a handshake, one that must've been the best I have ever had. And all it took was a lollipop. I just hoped I didn't look like a drug dealer or something. I didn't need to get arrested after such a good album. I have an image to obtain and fans that can't be dissapointed. His family strolled away, going to their table. I sighed, already tired of bribing the child. I then look at the waiter, who is probably gonna ask me the question.
"Sir? How many people?" He said quickly, looking up at me in question.
I am one person...
"Just one..." I spoke calmly, trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.
"Alright, come this way," the man said, walking away with a menu in his hand.
I followed him gladly, excited to have something to eat. Not being able to eat for a while isn't nessarily good for a guy like me. Yet, as you know, I don't eat much often. Y'know, being as energetic as I can be. And all of the work I have to get done on a daily basis
As we walked, I watched as a family ate their own food. Fish and stuff. If I am honest, it was very appetizing. Of course, I prefer my chicken by all means...Suddenly, I found myself almost spacing out. I was staring straight into the food of the family's table. So many appetizing things sat on that table. It was beautiful almost... I felt as if I wasn't there, but I knew I was. God, I think I am going insane. The sound of laughter was all I could hear. Laughter is a beautiful sound all on its own... It holds some kind of, sense of innocence whenever I hear it... But, I think it really depends on the topic that is being laughed upon...
I felt a sudden pang of nausea hit me. Ugh, what is it? I slowly hug my abdomen, holding myself from the nausea. Oh god, I feel like I am gonna be sick. Did I drink too much last night? I only had a couple glasses right? Did I drink today? It was only wine-
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