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At midnight on the street, there were two men in the car, Mr.Jones and his driver. -what am I doing here?- He thought to himself before getting out of his car and ordered his driver to wait for him.
Mr.Jones had a lost look on his face. He can’t remember what he was doing nor why did he come here. He looked around and saw no one. -it’s midnight though. What did I expect anyway?- As he walked down the street, he noticed that there were no lights on any buildings at all.
-is this a ghost town or something?-
He walked further and turned left at the corner. There were still no lights. His mind started random all scenes from horror movies he had seen. Zombie city, dead people walking or a town filled with vampire.
 “haha-!” he laughed to himself.
-nothing like that would happen to me-
Suddenly, he spotted a dim light from next block so he decided to walk there. At least he might run in to someone to ask where he is now.
“…Eat…..?” he read the orange light sign on the second floor of this old building. No second thoughts of what kind of this place could be, he pulled the door and walked in.
His eyes gazed around to observe the place. There were only three customers in this restaurant-supposed-to-be. One was a white and tall build, alone at the small rounded table in one corner. His face expressed nothing, almost like a robot.
-terminator?-
He smirked and turned his head to another two on the window side table. They looked like twins for somehow. Both of them were small build but chubby.
He walked to sat at the other small table. He sniffed as he smell some tomatoes from the other side of the bar.
-Geez--I think I’m hungry-
“Welcome to Eat sir----! What can I get for you today?” The slim waiter popped out from nowhere with bright smile on his face. He was a little surprised by this waiter’s action but he managed to make himself looked calm.
“What do you have?”
“We sell pasta here, sir! Also with fresh tomatoes!!”
“By the way! I’m Feliciano and I’ll take care of your table today! Sir!” Feliciano still wore that bright smile on his face. His pixie brown hair had one strange ringlet on his left.
-strange…-
“So… Felicino… right?”
“Feliciano! Sir!”
“Feliciano!...... you sell pasta, I see.”
“Yes! Sir! Every kinds of pasta in the world, sir!” He seemed to be so proud of his pasta so much.
“I’ll have a homemade spaghetti meat ball then” Mr.Jones finally decided what to eat.
Suddenly, a loud laugh blasted from the window side table. He and Feliciano turned and look at them.
“That Nerdy is so stupid!”
“Yea’ did ya hear that?” the other replies with a smirk on his lip.
“He ordered spaghetti! man”
Mr.Jones frowned at them. -What’s wrong with my spaghetti-
“Excuse me; do you have any problem with me?” he stood up and asked those guys with a low tone of voice.
“haha! Nothin’ Mister! Nothin’ at all”
“It just that Feli’ won’t have that for you”
“He only sells pasta! Mister! Not a frickin’ spaghetti! It’s not the same thing! Hahahah”
“No sir! Spaghetti is one kind of Pasta! Please take those words back sir!” Feliciano seemed to be very upset with what those two had said.
“What?? It’s not the same thing idiot! The way you call it is already different” one of the guys stood up and walked to Feliciano and Mr.Jones.
“It just one kind sir! We have many kinds of pasta!” The slim waiter didn’t back off.
“Then why don’t you people call it like ‘Spaghetti Pasta’? see? That sounds a lot better”
-are they nuts?-
“But-!” there was a new man walked in to this stupid conversation.
“I’ll take care of this Feli”
“Romano!”
‘Romano’ reached and grabbed their collar. With lot of strength, Romano dragged and thrown them out of the restaurant.
“Don’t try to educate these guys, Feli. It’s a waste”

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