Deeto! (But, Yes!)

Benjamin returned with cutlery, huge jugs of water, and a large serving of pasta bolognese for Simon. An army of his fellow waitrons followed suit, each holding a giant serving of food like a full-sized turkey, a quintuple-layered sandwich, a full swordfish, prime ribs, bottomless fries, gourmet mac-and-cheese, a small crock of butternut soup, and so much more.

Suzanna's eyes and mouth were large and watery. As the food was placed before her, Simon immediately knew what was coming and so...

"Benjamin, I suggest you and your people take 10 steps back," he said.

Benjamin, who could also sense it, snapped his fingers, urging his colleagues to be quick, "With great haste, my lord."

They put down the food and got out of dodge.

It...

It was not a pretty sight. A massacre even.

"Hot damn..." Benjamin commented, earning harsh glares from his colleagues for breaking character. He quickly coughed and corrected himself, "I mean, good heavens! Yon fair lady must've been famished."

They all nodded in agreement.

Simon watched her devour everything with a morbid curiosity, which morphed into annoyance when he realised that people were looking

"Hey, slow it down before you-"

Too late, she was already choking.

"Dammit!" he poured some water into a glass and handed it to her. She downed it in one go while beating her chest. Then started coughing and gasping for air.

"Thank you..." she said in between breaths.

"That's what you get for acting like a starving street dog," he scolded.

"Sorry," she said, messing with her hair, "I just... haven't eaten much since..."

"What did I say before? Doesn't exist."

"R-Right..."

He handed her a napkin, "We're in public. Control yourself,"

She pouted and blushed while wiping her face.

He then began to twirl his spaghetti, "Honestly..." he opened his mouth to eat, but noticed Benjamin and the others still watching them, rather eagerly, "Do you mind?"

"Ah, no! Not at all ser," He bowed and the others followed suit, "Hail if thou requirest more of mine services."

And once again, they were left alone to continue eating in silence.

A... comfortable silence.

A present one.