"Omelets! Omelets! Fresh and delicious!"
Declared the waiter, who resembled more of a slice of bacon. He slid the tray onto the table with flourish, his pale brown eyes radiating with delight. Unknown to Aria, he was quite new at his job and enjoyed making it dramatic. This had raised business considerably, and he had gotten a raise.

Aria pinned up her curly brown hair, her picky nature refusing to allow her hair to get dirty. Her blue eyes gleaming with hunger, she stabbed the steaming with a fork, popping a bite in her mouth."Delicious!" She mumbled. Her, living the simple life of a farm girl, her breakfast consisted of a piece of cheese and maybe a slice of stale bread, for eating was not something she had time to do as a small orphan with over twenty cows to milk.

"What is in it?" She mumbled after a few bites, some of the omelet coming out of her mouth. She wiped it with her napkin subconsciously, blushing scarlet as she realized this wasn't an average fast food restaurant it was quite fancy and polite, and some of the customers gave her disgusted looks. The waiter smiled mischievously, already turning his back when he replied over his shoulder, "Straight from the egg." He replied. Suddenly Aria was hit with a horrible feeling. She had been raised on a farm and before her mother had died six years ago, she had carried on the superstition eating chicken eggs were cruel. Turkey or geese she could cheerfully butter up for dinner without a hint of guilt, but not chickens. "W-what kind of egg?" She demanded, her hands trembling slightly. The waiter winked. An idiot costumer would often tip more that the average, something that, in his opinion, was needed and appreciated for his difficult work of bringing trays to tables. "That is our secret." He replied, skipping off absurdly.

He looked so ridiculous Aria knew something was going on. Her mind spinning, she got up, quietly slipping out of her seat, her dangling feet landing with a thump. She walked up to the register, the chubby cashier was busy in the kitchen, 'testing' the food. She slipped through the door into the kitchen, where the cashier looked backwards guiltily, eggs dripping from his mouth all over his greasy chin. Pretending nobody was there was the best way to prevent guilt, so he did so.

There was another door at the end, a smaller one with no handle or lock. Nobody payed any attention to the fifteen year old girl the size of a six year old c