The waitress degraded into incoherent yapping, pointing her finger at Eros who was surprised at himself. Maybe what they said about chefs was true, too, like what they said about water. Not there being something in it, but that chefs were all mean assholes.
Eros wasn't an asshole, not really, even though some people might disagree. Johnny was even less of an asshole; he was the nice, new guy. Or used to be. Not sure if that still applied after this incident.
Another voice was raised, booming through the diner, and effectively shut everybody up.
"Son? Son?! She's not a lady, she's Doreen and where do you get off calling me your son, you f-"
Turning towards the speaker, the Greek had a bunch of colourful insults sitting on the tip of his tongue, ready to jump out, but then changed their mind when the eyes messaged the brain and the brain had a temporary lapse. Over there, at the counter, sat the... The Man. The guy his mother panted after (or snubbed depending on her mood), the sperm donor, the God of War who had a video game named after him, in short, his dad.