Most people thought the life of a supernatural assassin was exciting, mysterious, and thrilling. Vampires, werewolves, warlocks, even the occasional fey- hunting down things that went bump in the night so that humanity could rest easier knowing that their precious little world of lies and delusions would be a little safer. And for the most part, it was exciting, and keeping in shape was challenging and exhilarating. Frequently going to the gym, maintaining regular weapons and martial arts practices, all for the purpose of using those same skills to fight things that were generally ten times faster, stronger, and smarter than he was. The rush of it all was intoxicating...
... but not when you were stuck wiping ketchup off of laminated tables.
It was 11 in the morning, and Caleb was busy living his exciting, action packed life, doing everything in his power to drown out the voices of children crying, women talking on their cells, and men either belching or smacking. The noises were grinding on his ears and giving him a headache. It was all he could do to keep from fingering the handful of knives he had hidden under his work clothes...
Instead, he entertained himself by envisioning how and what he would use to take down each person in the restaurant. The guy in the far corner with the #16 with extra pickles? Throwing knife. Same for the salad and coke girl two tables next to him. They were the farthest away, and easiest to take down without anyone really noticing yet. Then there was this family of six over by the window. Too many for neck-snapping- it'd take too long- so he was debating between his dagger and his spiked baton when he heard the bell indicating that someone had entered the restaurant.
Automatically, he turned his head, muttered, "Welcome to the Golden Burger, home of the top voted burgers in- oh, wait, it's you. Vet boy, right?"