Eat And Die!

What Are You!?

I walk into the restaurant and stare round; all the tables were occupied, save one and there's a guy on it. He's on an ash hoodie and he has his laptop out. He seems not to mind, so I order all I want and go over to the table. I place my tray and plop down on the seat across from him. He looks at my tray, looks up at me and raises a brow. I know what he's thinking: how am I going to eat all that? But I was. It was nothing actually, I was quite a foodie. Funny enough, I'm not fat, in fact, I'm very thin. Model kind of thin but I eat more than many humans I know.
"You're gonna eat all that?" The guy's asking.
I nod. "Mm-hmm"
He raises his brow again. "You sure?"
"Watch me." I pick up the first Burger, down it in four bites. Pick up the second and then the third. Then I pick up both sausages and eat with both hands. Then lastly, I pick up a hand full of fries, dip into the ketchup and shove into my mouth.
When I look up at the boy, I'm taken aback by the look of horror he has on his face; kind of like he's just seen a ghost.
"What?" I ask reaching for another hand full of fries.
"What. Are. You?!"