Post by Sam Brooks on Jul 30, 2008 9:35:12 GMT -5
Sam sat eying the food in front of him, a stale burger, burnt chips and dry salad. What else could he expect from this place, the restaurant was one of those places where you would either get a fantastic meal or a horrible one. Pushing the rock solid peas around the plate a bit he sighed before jabbing the fork into a chip. He always seemed to get the bad luck of the place mainly.
It wasn't as if he had enough money to be picky about where he ate, so he began to eat the food. Washing everything down with a glass of coke. The headquarters had been particularly dull that day, even by its standards. So he had gotten away, walked down the high street in search of something better to do, and having food seemed to fit the bill.
Dressed as usual in a plain t-shirt and jeans Sam hung his leather jacket on the back of the seat. The restaurant was actually jammed full, which probably explained the bad meal. As it must be hard to cook for so many people. Resting his head in his left hand he watched people enter and leave the restaurant with half an interest.
