I sat down at the counter. She looked over and raised an eyebrow. I nodded, she nodded, and I checked my phone for a bit before she brought over my usual order, eggs, bacon, toast, extra hot sauce, and a black coffee.
After a few bites of everything, I gestured for her. The waitress came over, looking curious.
"How's the chef? Everything ok?"
She looked stunned.
"He was pretty angry this morning. How did you know?"
I tapped the toast.
"I know he makes his own bread. And this is some of the toughest bread I've ever eaten."
"Oh. Ok."
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