The first appearance of Felix, that’s right his home on Kindle Vella.
Mallorey’s
People will eat anywhere, it seems. So long as the food is tasty and, more importantly, they don’t have to make it themselves.
Or so I found out when the sneezing man led me to Mallorey’s. I looked up from the counter, briefly, to see the line of apparent customers snaking to the door before dashing back to the kitchen lest it all catch fire.
I don’t actually work at Mallorey’s, or any restaurant, and only sort of know what I’m doing. Well, I can make soup. A smidge of salad. Definitely not breadsticks though.
“Grilled cheese and tomato,” Molly called from the counter. That I can make.
“Ayo,” I responded, sliding an aforementioned salad through the window and grabbing some bread for the slathering in a single motion. Most of the ingredients had been left prepped when I found the place, but I still had to hunt things down, like a cheese slice. “Cheese…cheese…are you cheese?” I sifted through the fridge stocked by someone else. “Aha! Cheese!” I said, peeling off a slice of something white.
The door opened and from outside came an overly loud ‘achoo!’ that likely could be heard on the moon.
Who needs a billboard when you’ve got the sneezing man? Best advertisement there is. Got me stuck behind the counter slinging soup and slathering bread to sizzle on the griddle.
It was a novel idea, Mallorey’s. Let me rewind a bit.
You know how you just walk down the street, minding your own business, when suddenly your stomach rumbles and while you’re thinking about soup, a guy sneezes and you look up just in time to catch a restaurant out the corner of your eye? And you go into said restaurant and it’s entirely devoid of human life? But all the tables and chairs and plants are there just waiting for customers…and maybe some staff?
No? Just me?
Strange. Thought it might be a more common thing.