Going to lunch: A little emo princess at a fast food joint nearby

The whole experience had kinda worn him out a bit to be honest, he wasn't expecting thus kind of exertion today either. He hadn't even caught breakfast yet, which is why eve. Though his eyes watched the poor girl cuddled up on the asphalt with her pants around her ankles made him stiffin in the pants a bit more for round 2, it was his stomach which grumbled the loudest and declared itself neediest. Which is why he found himself bending down and pulling the girls panties off her feet and stuffing them in his pocket and leaving her heaving in tears on the ground.

He didn't even think twice until he had got to the street level, he had uncontrollably attacked a stranger in public and didn't even console her for it. Letting hid stomach rule him instead of his heart. It was despicable, but another grumble from his quite empty belly silenced his inner tribulations. And fortunately for him a local Burger Palace happened to be just down the street.

Burger Palace is according to marketing, the best place to get meat stacked on meat and cradled between two deliciously toasted buns. The place was superbly decorated in hard steels and featureless grey lighting. The place looked kinda spooky without all the colorful lights which illuminated the billboards and menus of the place.

As soon as I approached the counter I grew the attention of a svelte little emo princess, wrapped up in the work uniform so only her solid black hair and makeup really distinguishes her from her coworkers. The girl bounces up to you and smiles asking you for your order. But quickly becomes irritated as you, like any customer doesn't have the slightest clue what to order. However while looking over the girl you steadily come to the realization, you'll be ordering an off the menu item tonight.

Looking at her name tag which sits steadily on the teenagers lovely pert breast you ask her. "Hey 'Kristin', when does this place close?" You lean down a bit conspiratorially looking into the girls eye and trying to get a better glance at the cleavage her work polo was showing. For her part the girl was used to weird customers and quickly replied. "We never close sir, now what would you like to order?"

Perhaps a bit put off by her dismissiveness, you press on with another creepy question. "Then what time do you get off sweetie?" Turning on your lackluster charm just because your a male, you keep at her. But Kristin as it were seems unimpressed. She looks you up and down and very simply replies "I get off later.., now how may I take your order sir?" With that you order a #6 with a fizzy drink and set of large potato rings as a side. Before finding a place to sit in the dining room, you add one last remark to the underpaid under appreciated teenager with confidence and courtesy which the both of you find surprising, "Oh and Kristen, I would like to see the manager as well please." You found particularly sadistic pleasure in watching the poor girls eyes widen in worry before scuttling off to find her boss, worrying about who you might say to him and risk her job.