<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: franklin gothic demi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">John Aaron: Sidewalk Cafe</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;">Fear me!</span></div><br/><br/>John watched as Caroline wrapped her arm about his own. She made the action seem so foreign that perhaps being treated like a woman was something she wasn't accustomed to. The senior flashed an amused grin at her. No matter what armor a woman decided to don, she was still a woman beneath it—so he's learned from experience. John hadn't known what burgers were. It was a strange word for food, if that was what it was.<br/><br/><em>Burgers...</em>he mused, trying to will an image to his mind. First, the image of a burg appeared, a nice quaint town with people walking back and forth, and those people were burgers. That didn't feel right.<br/><br/>They walked the city arm in arm and though the streets were crowded, John gave every individual that dared to walk between them a dangerous scowl, and glared at them as they went around. It angered him to think that people had the audacity to attempt such a thing.<br/><br/>Carol had led them to a crowded café, and John hadn’t minded the place until the waitress told them that they would have to wait ten minutes.<br/><br/><em>What?</em>he thought. He released Carol’s and Caroline’s arms to gaze about the café’s interior and saw an empty booth that was covered in dishes and had yet to be cleaned. That would be their table.<br/><br/><strong>Is this okay? I mean, it’s a little bit of a wait but you'll probably find that going on anywhere around here. Is inside okay for you two also? I didn't mean to just be the voice of the group here...John should be doing that.</strong><br/><br/>“How kind of you…Inside is fine, but waiting ten minutes is not,” John irritably replied. He was a god for crying out loud!<br/><br/>There was a bus boy walking by with his tub for collecting dishes. John pointed sharply toward him as though lightning could have leapt from his finger and shocked the teenager.<br/><br/>“You! Little man!” he roared.<br/><br/>The teenager went still—one of his feet were still propped up having yet to settle on the floor and then he thought to himself,<em>Did he just call me little man?</em>. The man was no bigger than him.<br/><br/>His eyes were wide as though the imaginary lightning had struck him into paralysis. John then pointed to the booth in the corner and demanded, “Prepare that table. The g-(<del>god</del>) I and the women will wait for no one. If you do so quickly, I shall pay you handsomely!”<br/><br/>The bus boy did as he was told as though he were a soldier. Later he would question why he felt so afraid to displease the man, but in the mean time he went to the table and began sliding the dirty dishes into his tub. John sneered arrogantly before he turned his head to regard Carol and Caroline. What did they think of that?<br/><br/>When the bus boy had cleaned the table, John started over to the booth as he was wiping it down and slid into the seat. The teenager remained standing before the table until John ordered, “Be gone until I need of your services again.”<br/><br/>The bus boy then promptly took his leave.