Chicken Chicken: Don't Chicken Out Now!

"Hello, how can we…"

Vincent casually strolled in with no care of the world and settled on one of the wooden chairs.

Oblivious to the attendant who was frozen for a couple of seconds. The lady then creased a few beautiful line of frown on her forehead.

"This guy again…"

She walked towards Vincent, her glossy black hair playing gently in the airless wind. Despite donning a casual tight jeans, a polo and an apron with the "chicken chicken" logo on it, she radiantly glimmered.

Her skin was flawlessly smooth – as if a goddess had decided to take on part time job.

Her eyes pierced forward with strident force, black like a reflection from a cold bottomless dread.

She reached Vincent and slap the table. As she removed her hand, three dollar notes remained on the table.

"You are here for just three dollars? How can you be so petty after acting like you didn't know me!"

Vincent stared deadpan for a couple of seconds.

"...I don't know you…" He uttered, trying to sound polite but instead sounded like a lost soul.

The frown on the lady's face became deep and dark, glaring at Vincent.

Vincent glared back.

Then her face suddenly boiled red. She swipped of the money from the table and rushed to the counter, bowing unseen for a couple of minutes.

"Excuse me… I would like to order ten bowls of chicken soup!"

The lady suddenly shot up, her face was still pepper-red but her eyes widened with unbelievable surprise.

"What? Ten bowls? Do you have the stomach of an elephant?"

"I bet even an elephant is better…" Vincent responded beneath his lips.

If there's anything he would end up not liking, it's this eating habit.

It will drain money from him and make him look like a glutton. Maybe looking like a glutton wasn't far fetched considering that he has the Gluttony attribute.

'Curses!'

"It will take a while to prepare ten bowls of chicken soup so wait huh." The lady hinted with a cold demeaning tone.

Then she walked to the inner chambers of the counter where the chickens are warmed up and served.

Vincent waited around, at first, he started by looking around.

The restaurant wasn't a big one. It was a local restaurant situated by the road not too far from his house.

The interior wasn't too flamboyant, except with the arrays of different variety of posters, politics: vote blah blah, ads: Chicken Chicken, don't chicken out now!, lewd anime waifus which seemed to be the preference of the owner.

The tables were empty, arranged in two columns and three rows. Vincent was currently seated on the last row.

And was only one in the restaurant.

After eating here, his plan is to go to a pawnshop and sell this shoes. It might be an hassle, should he decide to sell them at other expensive malls.

After staring around a bit more, boringly reading the words on some posters, Vincent decided to inspect his profile.

There was nothing new, looking at those skills just gave him sweet joy.

After a minute or two of checking his status. The hostile girl came carrying two trays in her hands, one in each. On both tray, two servings of chicken soup.

She dropped and served it, then went for another round.

Vincent sat weirdly as he watched her go.

'Am I supposed to stand up and help her… I'm the customer right?'

Still, she'd be going two more rounds after this one. All because of his damned stomach.

'It's not like I didn't pay…'

But it was a heavy burden on the young lady…

'Where the hell is the owner…'

Reaching the peak of awkwardness as he sat there while the girl served the next round, Vincent shot up as she turned around to leave.

Quickly noticing her curves and bouncy ass. But he didn't dare to glance a second time.

"What?" The girl looked at him over her shoulders, inquiring grumpily.

"I was just wondering if I could help you."

Her face glowed up immediately.

"What a nice customer you are! You are going to serve yourself?" She pointed both trays to him and frowned darkly that his bones shivered.

Vincent sheepishly collected both… and was guided forward by the lady.

'How did it come to this… is a normal person not supposed to give one of the tray.'

He waited at the counter while the lady came out with the next round of servings, and placed one each on one tray.

"There have a nice meal." She chased him off with her hand then rested on the counter pressing a very expensive smartphone.

Vincent saw it and briefly wondered, 'how is a part-timer able to afford a phone like that…'

As he walked to his seat, he glanced at her one more time. She was still leaning on the counter… the bangs of her covering the look on her eyes as she operated her phone with a frightening focus.

'Now, that I think about it… she looks familiar. Have I seen her before…'

He smacked his lips, muttering as he dropped the trays and served himself:

"I doubt it."

Vincent returned the trays, stealing another look at her to check if he does recognize her.

The familiarity was kind of close but far at the same time. He couldn't tell where he knew her from.

He went back to his seat and enjoyed his meal afterwards. Throughout, the place was bath in an awful silence, with only the sound of his spoon hitting the plate.

Vincent finished, paid the lady and headed out without saying anything.

He went straight to the pawnshop where he was able to sell both shoes for 1,500 dollars.

It was a lot of money and should have been more… but the pawnshop man kept insisting that its a stolen object so he wasn't going to give him the full price.

At first he was going to refuse and just go back home but then he thought about it.

The shoe was involuntary taken, so he conceded and sold it for 1,500 dollars.

But he was very sure the man cut almost half if not more of the price.

He was able to get a much cheaper shoe and some other essentials he felt itchy to buy. Which left the money with around 900.

Now that 900 was going to go to the bullied kids around tomorrow.