Peter Parker ate his way up the chicken sandwich.
The oil in his mouth combined with a musky pepper sauce, was enough to make him quiver.
"So you coming back to work or what? " The waitress said. She was Sophie Ami. Peter's work buddy.
"I'll have to think about it! " Peter took a mouthful, "In the mean time, get me that milkshake. "
Sophie looked dazzled, "Now you got money, haven't you? Your time to order us around like little kids. " She threw the milkshake at him.
"The Fuck is wrong with you. " Peter dropped the sandwich standing up.
The manager came to the scene.
"Hey, what's going on here? " Then he noticed, Peter, "Hey, son. Customers have been asking me about you. What got into you? " His friendliness did not amuse Peter.
You're a jerk.
"Actually, now that you say it, " Peter looked into Sophie's eyes, "I quit. "
Then he stormed out, leaving a murmur behind.
Now Sophie raced after him.
"Pete. Pete. " He turned, "I'm sorry. It's just... " She threw up her arms, "It's been stressful when you weren't here. "
"But why throw the milkshake at me? "
"I said I'm sorry. "
The manager yelled past the door, "Hey lovebird, why don't you come in here and clean up this mess. "
Peter couldn't help feeling sorry for her. "Here take this. It's for everything Sophie. "
The hundred bill was more than she could ask for.
They hugged.
***
In an underground basement, unknown to anyone but the two psychos and their now held victim, was a pungent rat smell.
"Is he alive? " One of them asked in Russian.
The other nodded.