Within an hour, Edward was dressed in the HAM-Burgers official uniform. A red apron, pants, and that was all.
Christian Black was at the cash register, his shirtless torso rippling in the overhead fluorescent lights and his perfectly coifed blond hair framing his face.
But his eyes, his eyes were DEAD. Dead as an entity that had no soul but only existed to make sexually repressed women excited.
"Did someone order the dollar menu meal? Who's the bad, bad girl who ordered the dollar menu meal?' He moaned into the intercom, his dark, bloodshot eyes looking into the sea of women crowding the restaurant.
Edward came out with his arms full of a stack of orders. He dumped them all on the counter before his arms gave way. He was starving, and all this food smelled so hot and good. He grabbed one of the burgers and started tearing into it.
"Cullen, that's for the women," Christian warned. Then his voice lowered even more. "They get so angry when they're not fed. They WILL cannibalize you."
"Excuse me," one mousey woman with glasses approaches Edward. "I think that's my order you're eating."
Edward hisses at her like a mad animal, protecting his stack of food. When she comes in closer, he backs away and hisses again.
"God! They stink! They stink so bad!"
Male and Peter, back at the cook's station, exchange glances.
"You ever hear this fool talking about men stink?" Male whispers.
"He lives in a house full of blood sucking vampires. But the human chicks, yeah, they're the ones that stink?" Peter chuckles.
Male shakes his head. "What do you think it is? Gay or part of an internet men's cult?" He looks up in time to find Edward hissing at more women as they start to circle him, trying to get their food.
"Rabio, let this Cullen wanker go on break before these chicks destroy him,' Peter calls out to the assistant manager in the back.