"Your Breatfast is served." The waiter anounced. He has once been an immodedst building labourer now a waiter. He waited as the women looked at her food. The waiter, Dave Jones, (NOT DAVEY) waited in anticipation as she tried it. This women had an eer of mystery around her. She had been coming to this restraunt for a few day now. At first, she had come here on and off. Now, the waiter noticed that she had been coming more and more often getting the yeddi meal. He sat back into his desk still watching her. Though she noticed, she pretended not to. It became too uncomfortable that way. It was all she could do to keep from gobbling down the delicious smelling food. A stoic television presenter, she always had to have an air of dignity around her at all times lest her position be given to some quack. As she brought the food to her lips, a zingy feeling overcame her. Quire. The food was quite delicous but weird. The waiter cheered. Now she looked at his face.
"Super powers." He said as way of explaination. He took out a novel from within his desk. She turned her head in an odd fasion. Nothing intersting had happened save for that odd feeling.This man was probably some quack. That's probably all quite a misunderstanding. A passionate roofer chimed in.
"Oh yeah!" He said. He began to cry and brought out a tissue box.
"Why are you crying?" The woman asked. He sniffled then looked up at her.
"This is just so beautiful. This awesomeness." Then the air turned black all around them. It was odd. One second light then all darkness. A murmer of fear and confusion overtook the room.
"No need to worry people!" The reserved managing director claimed. "Just a burned cassarole. It probably feels fine now. Don't worry! This happens sometimes.