Eros looked at the order while wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. Burger, fries, salad on the side. Flashing the waitress a grin, he snatched it off the counter and was about to turn away when he noticed the pinched look on her face.
"Somethin' wrong, Doreen?"
Doreen just grunted something and rushed out again, giving the door a shove that was harder than necessary and left a slightly bewildered chef behind. Not two minutes later, she was back.
"Is it done yet?"
Raw burger patty in one hand, a skillet in the other, the god of love frowned. He hadn't noticed the other Greek's presence yet since the heat and kitchen fumes were the kind that was hard to penetrate even by divine auras.
"Er, no?" he replied, holding up the raw meat as proof.
"Well, get your tush in gear, kid! People are hungry out there!" Doreen yelled, flouncing out again.
What the hell?
Rushing after her, still holding meat and skillet, Eros emerged from the kitchen and what started out as mild concern turned into peaking irritation the second he was no longer shrouded in kitchen aura.
"And who pissed into your coffee earlier today, huh? You think I'm some kind of magician? Two hands and whatever asshole thinks he deserves express food and fuck off to Burger King!" he shouted. Heads turned, jaws dropped.