Mike saw it and yet couldn't believe it. The diner was yet again was like something from a classic movie. checkered floor, jukebox, old guys reading newspapers.
*Groooowwwwlll*
"That is my que." said mike patting his gut.
As soon as he entered the diner it was like the time stopped. Everyone looked towards the door. In a small town like this everyone knows everybody so seeing a new face might pull in some attention. Everybody checked Mike out, some because of his appearance, he was a huge specimen now. Some checked his clothing, being cleaned didn't changed the fact that they was old and faded, ripped. Some simply stared at his missing arm. As the door closed itself behind Mike everyone turned back to do his business.
At his first chance he sat in an isle. The chair table distance was standard, which was a bad sign for Mike and his belly.
His gut embedded into the table. Not painfully, but uncomfortably.
He was checking the menu, it was cheap luckily. He was not able to afford to start spending, not that he has much to spend.
"Hello there, stranger!"
Mike looked up drom the paper and saw the waitress. A middle aged woman, some sprinkles of gray hair in brown base color, medium bodytype. Literally a 5/10 not ugly, not nice.
"Did you see something interisting in the menu?" asked from him.
"Hi, not really yet. I will have a long day, could you recommend me something that will keep me going all day?" asked Mike. While it was technically true, he asked this to get something that last and do not get hungry again after 5 minutes of leaving the diner.
"The miners here like the bacon, cheese sandwich. With very dark coffee." said the waitress.
"Than I would like a miner menu, please." said mike giving the waitress the menu and shooting a big smile towards her.
The waitress made a shy smile, quickly turned around to get the order.
"What was that?" asked Mike from himself. He was not able to put anywhere why was he so flirty, and why was she so flirty.
A very familiar feeling started to go over him. "This is a very bad timing." murmed for himself as his underwear started to get tighter.
"Here you go, big guy." said the waitress while putting the sandwitch and the coffee on the table.
Mike noticed multiple things. First, the size of the sandwich was waaay bigger than on the picture. 2nd... "Big guy?" he tought. OMG she is really hitting on me. Why? In my current state I could be his dad's age.
"Wow, this looks great... thanks." said Mike throwing another smile towards her.
"Why am I doing this?!" asked himself internally.
"Call me if you need anything else." with that said she left the scene.
Without a second hesitation he started to gobble. This sandwich with his original body would have been lasted for 6 minutes to, now he finished it in 2.
"Huh... this really was filling." and started chugging the coffee.
Mike didn't even needed to sign the watress was there before he was able to fully waddle his gut out of the isle.
"I hope you liked it." said the waitress, putting the check and a pen on the table while picking up the mug and plate.
While the waitress was away he checked the bill. His jaw dropped. The check only contained the coffee and a message.
"Your sandwich was on the house big guy ;) Emma."
Mike was not sure how to react to this. Putting the money on the table with some extra and wrote on the check: "Thanks! Bill"
He wanted to write his real name again, he was not able.
With that he stood up and left the crowded dinner. It might have been rude to only leave a message, but he didn't want to late from his new work and frankly he didn't know how to handle Emma.
What he knew is embarassment, realizing after leaving the diner that he went trough the entire place with a ragig boner.