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Wanting to hear what the argument was about, I stepped behind a corner and restarted time.

"You go out there and tell that yoga loving, vegetarian, piece of shit couple no more substitutions. They already stripped down my perfectly composed salad to a pile of undressed leaves, and now they want the shrimp risotto without shrimp," the chef yelled.

"Ahhh also the four topper is complaining about the soup not being ready yet," the cute blonde stammered clearly terrified.

"Get the hell out of my kitchen," the chef yelled, as he took the uncooked meat from the girl's hands.

Stopping time I walked over to the chef. I understood where he was coming from, but there was no need to take it out on the waitress. She couldn't help the fact that her customers were a bunch of assholes.

I unzipped the chef's pants and proceeded to dump the entire plate of lamb chops into the man's tighty whities. Feeling satisfied, I went back to the dining room to look around.

The couple was the first to attract my attention. They were both the athletic types with dark tan skin; frozen in the middle of eating their salads. Knowing the type of stench a vegetarian diet could produce, I was glad, for the sake of my nose, that the couple had decided on the salad instead of the soup. The man had slicked back black hair and wore a navy blue jacket, while the woman's red mane cascaded just past her shoulders. The sleeveless green dress showed off her toned arms, which no doubtably was the result of many hours spent at the gym.

Frozen next to the couple was the four topper of business people; all who seemed to be in their mid 30's. The three businessmen wore plain black suits; two of whom were Asian, while the other was a good looking man with sandy blonde hair. The businesswoman was simply stunning, she had long black hair and wore a pinstripe pants suit that tightly hugged her tiny waist and generous bust. I was about to enjoy some timestop fun when my stomach started to grumble; realizing I hadn't eaten all day, I decided food first fun second. After taking a seat at a near by table I restarted time.

Immediately a loud noise erupted from the business crowd, "here's to the recent merger of our two companies," said the man with sandy blonde hair. "Unfortunately some will have to lose their jobs," the table quieted to feign sadness. "But we're gonna make a shit ton of money," the man finished as they all started laughing and clinking glasses.

The cute blonde waitress entered the dining room and looked surprised at my presence.

"Hi I'm Sophie, I hope you weren't waiting too long. I guess Kyla forgot to tell me we had a new customer. Actually I'm surprised she let you in at all dressed like that," the girl said before her face turned red. "Umm sorry I didn't mean it in that way. It's just, our hostess tends to be a real stickler for wearing a jacket. Ah.... you actually look very nice," Sophie continued to ramble, as she blushed even more.

"Well It looks like she's got a few other things on her mind at the moment," I said pointing across the room. Kyla was standing behind the lectern in a slight crouch, as she shifted from one foot to the other. Her right hand was holding her waist, while the other hand was rummaging around the inside of her skirt.

"What is she doing," Sophie laughed.

Kyla's eyes widened in horror, as she tugged at her stuck panties. Turning around, she awkwardly started speed walking towards the bathroom. Sophie's mouth hung open, as her coworker shuffled in her direction with: clown makeup, a penis drawn on her forehead, and her hand down her skirt.

"Kyla are you.." Sophie tried to ask before the once beautiful hostess shoved past her.

Kyla reached the end of the dining room before bending over at the waist with her hands on her hips. She released a tiny little squeak, and immediately a wet stain spread across the back of her tight white skirt. Whimpering now, Kyla resumed to the women's bathroom.

Sophie and I looked at each other stunned, until a loud throat clear broke our eye contact.

"Um ya hello blondie, I know it goes against your nature, so I'll talk slowly for you to understand. You see this anchovy in my salad; what part of VE-GE-TAR-IAN didn't you understand," the woman in the green dress yelled across the room.

"I'm sorry, I'll be with you in a minute," Sophie replied kindly. Turning back to me she said, "would you mind if I..."

"Go," I said trying to be accommodating. "Guess some people just have a problem being nice."

"Thanks," she said giving me a smile. "You really have no idea, I've worked here two weeks and already this clientele has given me a new definition of the term snobbery."

Keeping an eye on the cute waitress, she walked over to the snob only to get berated more upon arrival. Apologizing profusely, Sophie took the salad and made her way back to the kitchen, but not before hearing another complaint.

This time it was the businesswoman's turn to criticize, "when you're back there sweetie maybe check on our soups. I know you don't understand, but some people's lives are too important to be waiting this long for a bowl of soup."

"Will do mam," Sophie said turning in my direction. She gave me a little eye roll followed by a sweet smile before continuing into the kitchen. Getting a little jump in my chest, I started to feel protective of Sophie, so I stopped time and wondered where to start.