Charlie and Dayle listened closely to the younger woman's description of "The Guy". One smiled at her mostly aromatic details while the other frowned, glancing at the human beside her to make sure nothing sounded too odd. Gaining interest in a guy because he smelled of bacon, something any ordinary human would never be able to distinguish from the multitude of other, more dominant scents, would definitely count as "odd". But whether Charlie noticed or not was not apparent- she just chuckled quietly under her breath. Luckily she hadn't caught the slips.
Still, Dayle was paying attention despite her thoughts. And when Rosemary finished, she sat back and let the silence fall to collect her thoughts. "Hamburger Boy. Original," she told them. "Still, I guess I can't do much better. Rumor has it he only moved into town a month or two ago, so I don't know much about him either. Charlie, you see him when he drops off Doc's lunches, right?"
"Yes," Charlie said, "but signing a clipboard everyday doesn't mean I know his most personal secrets. I think his name is Jacob or Kayden or something like that. I remember when he introduced himself to Doc for the first time, but I didn't really pay attention so I'm not sure."
"Hmm, a mysterious guy with a mysterious way of keeping himself mysterious," Dayle said. With a suddenness that made Charlie jump, Dayle shot to her feet and stuck her hands in her back pockets, grinning. "Well, ladies, it seems to me we need to gather more intel..."
If Charlie knew that when Dayle said "gather more intel," it really meant "spy on the poor guy in broad daylight," she probably would have conveniently remembered something extremely important she had to do at home. But, having lost her window of opportunity, she was instead forced to crouch-walk alongside a row of dumpsters across the street from The Golden Burger between Dayle and Rosemary. They were waiting on Hamburger Boy to walk outside, away from the curtain of people blocking their view of him through the window. Frankly, she hoped the guy smoked so he would slip outside sometime soon for a brief break, because the garbage cans reeked of old vegetables, and as she adjusted herself to a more comfortable squatting position, her sneaker moved into something that squished and she prayed was spilled guacamole.
"Why are we doing this again?" she staged whispered to Dayle.
"We can't form a plan of attack without knowing more about our target. First rule of social warfare."
"And squatting behind a putrefying dumpster is better than walking inside the stupid restaurant itself because...?"
"Shh! Someone's coming outside!"
All three women ducked out of reflex (though the dumpsters were tall enough that, from across the street, no one could see them anyway), and watched as a young man detached himself from the crowd at the register and made for the door. Their hopes were dashed when they realized it wasn't Hamburger Boy.
It was Royce.
"What is he doing here? What is he doing here?" The first question was muttered under Dayle's breath. The second was directed at Charlie.
"What are you looking at me for? How was I supposed to know he was going to be here?"
"I'm only sitting with the man's girlfriend and younger sister, and neither of you knew he would be here?"
Charlie shrugged and looked back out through the gap between the dumpsters at the man in question. In one hand he had a bag full of what she guessed were hamburgers, judging by the spreading grease stain on the bottom of the bag. If he wasn't careful, the grease-soaked bag would be too weak to hold the burgers until he made it home. She watched him walk alongside the building, idling at the window, and shrugging, look both ways before crossing the street. The small gesture made her smile.
Dayle said something, and distracted by her boyfriend, Charlie didn't catch it. She turned her head to find her friend grinning at her in a way she didn't like at all. "I said if we're going to get anything out of this trip, we need to make sure Royce doesn't interfere with his big-brotherly stuff."
"And how do you propose we do that?"
"By giving him a distraction."
And before she could stop it, Dayle leaned forward and shoved Charlie straight through the gap toward Royce.