The Ultimate Host

Luckily for Cross, a diner that had new lights stood before him. Before he walked in, he looked at the name of the diner. The diner was named The Soup Kitchen. The Soup Kitchen served breakfast from 7:45 am to 11:30 am, serving lunch from 12:00 am 2:05 am, and served dinner from 7:00 pm to 11:00 pm. The business was slow but the food was delicious and worth the wait. Cross grabbed the door handle and pulled it open. The only person inside was the owner, a middle-aged man with a full clean-shaven face. The owner saw everything that went on outside.

Cross sat down on one of the bright red leather stools, and sighed, quickly placing a smile on his face, picking up a sheet of laminated paper which happened to be the menu. The time was 10:15 am so Cross still had a chance to grab some breakfast. " I will like to- before Cross could finish placing his order, the owner cut him off. " Have you realized what you have just done?!" Cross tossed the menu over on a table and rubbed his hands across his face. " What are you babbling about?" All I want to do is get some breakfast and return to my friends. Nothing more. Now serve me!!" shouted Cross.

The owner turned around beginning to scavenge through his utensils. " I guess you don't know what you have done." Cross took out a cigarette and shoved it into his mouth. Enlighten me." That man you just nearly beat works for The Yellow Bandana Bandit's one of our cities most notorious and huggest gangs. " "No one has messed with those violent bandits and lived to tell the tale. "They are not to be f.u.c.k.i.e.d with." The owner turned around and banged his hands on the counter. But you obviously don't know that!" You don't have a brain!" The next time those bandits come they will kill everyone!" Because of you!" Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click /book/the-ultimate-host_14102432205347705/the-leader-of-the-yellow-bandana-bandits_51027261540855127 for visiting.

Balls of spit were flying into his face. Cross sighed. He looked onto the marble counter and saw a stack of napkins. He used a couple of napkins to wipe the spit away from his face and lip. As he finished, he punched the owner of the diner in the face, knocking out a couple of his teeth including his 2 front teeth. The owner crashed into the glass window that stood behind him. Cross hopped over the counter and grabbed the owner of the diner only using his left hand. He lifts him off the ground with ease. " What's your name?" The owner spat blood over Cross's shoulder. My name?" Yes." Your name." The owner's hands were fidgeting. My name is Nathan Armstrong..." Nathan Armstrong." Do I look like I give a f.u.c.k about those lunatics?" Nathan didn't answer. Tch." Exactly."

" I don't give a f.u.c.k about them." They can bring their entire gang here to try and kill me." They won't succeed. Nathan looked into Cross's eyes and could see that he wasn't speaking a line of bullshit. Cross took his hands of Nathan's shirt and started fixing his shirt, including his greased stain white apron. Cross walked around and sat on the bright red leather stools once again. Now since all that is in the past, we can move back to what I want to order." Cross picked up a menu and began to read. While Cross was trying to figure out he wanted to eat, Nathan was busy picking up his teeth and mopping the floor.

After 5 minutes, Cross finally figured out what he wanted. " Alright. I want some blueberry pancakes with eggs and sausages, toast, a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches, and some hot oatmeal with heavy amounts of sugar and honey. Nathan placed the mop in the back room. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a flipbook. He already had a pen tuck away on his earlobe. Nathan wrote down everything Cross said. " Would you like anything to drink, Mr... Cross." Cross Rodriguez." said Cross. As a matter of fact, I would like something to drink."

Cross glanced at the menu once more. " I will like a cup of black coffee. Nathan sighed. I will be back with your food shortly, Mr. Cross." said Nathan sarcastically. Nathan went into the kitchen and washed a frying pan. When he finished washing the frying pan, he went into the fridge and pulled out a dozen cart of eggs, taking out 3 eggs. Before he cracked the eggs he wanted to ask Cross one more thing. He shouted from in the kitchen:" Would you like these eggs scrambled or sunny side up?" Cross stroked his chin. Sunnyside up of course!!!" As Cross waited for his food, he took out his wallet and estimated in his head how much he thought the price of the food would cost. The only type of money he had in his wallet was hundreds. He hoped Nathan would give him change.

Over 20 minutes passed. All of Cross's food was finished. Nathan placed the food onto the table. Enjoy." Before Cross started eating he would inspect the food. He didn't trust Nathan one bit. As Cross picked up a spoon and drove it into his oatmeal, Nathan began sweating profusely. Before Cross stuck the spoon full of oatmeal into his mouth, he stared at Nathan with a serious expression on his face. " What's the matter?" You look nervous." Nathan placed his hands behind his back beginning to laugh. " What do you mean?" I'm always nervous." Every time a customer comes I hear and eats my food. I'm a cook." " I want people to tell me if my food was good or not. "You know how it is. People are critics when it comes to food. "

"Everyone knows that. Cross shoved the spoon full of oatmeal into his mouth. Yeah, whatever you say." As a matter of fact,I don't care what you say." You're a sneaky bastard." I wasn't in the kitchen supervising you when you cooked this food for me." For all, I know you probably spat in this food or threw poison in it." Nathan's eyes grew big and broad. " How can you say such a thing?!" I would never do that to any of my customers!" Cross raised his eyebrow continuing to eat his bowl of oatmeal. He had to admit that it was way more delicious than the last bowl of oatmeal he ate." Nathan walked into the kitchen with an angry expression on his face. Shit." He's on to me!" said Nathan in his head. In fact, he threw did throw some poison into Cross's food. In his oatmeal to be exact. The poison was mixed in with the honey.

Nathan started smiling. He knew the poison would eventually kick in. He wanted to celebrate. He opened the fridge and took out a couple of bottles of beer. When Nathan walked outside, he saw that Cross already finished food. " What?!" " I don't understand!!" He belongs dead!!" I knew I shouldn't have bought poison from a tailor!" Cross licked his lips and burped loudly. He started picking his teeth with a toothpick. " I have to admit that the food was good." This won't be the last time I come here." " How much do I owe you?"

Nathan was dumbfounded. Don't worry about it." No charge." Cross smiled. Well, thank you!!" Cross walked towards the door. No problem." Come again when you get the chance. "And the next time you come to the meal's free again. Cross took his hands off the door handle and said: Will do!!" The next time I will be friends. Nathan snickered. " I can't wait!"