Wow, the very first story I´ve written by being abroad in the USA XD

Disclaimer : I don´t own HonD or Subway !!

What do you do when you´re hungry ?

Eat of course !

But nost just anywhere, eat at Subway, eat here !

"And ? How d´ya like it ?" The dark haired man asked the also dark haired woman next to him, pointing at a sign he had just finished painting and was about to hang out for everybody to see,

"I don´t know, Clopin.."

"Of course you don´t know ! Your brain is far too overwhelmed by my words to form any incoherent thought-"

"I hate to interrupt your monologue, but this, however, is far too long."

The enthusiastic man was interrupted by a man with grey hair, who had just entered the room.

O out of nowhere the man produced a pan, changing Clopin´s words, so that they only said :

Hungry ?

Eat here !

A smile flashed ober the man´s stern face.

"There, now it is much better...don´t you think so ?"

Clopin was too shocked to say anything.

"You´re right, it needed indeed improvement, Frollo."

The woman answered instead, a part of her agreeing not only because Frollo was manager.

"Thank you, Esmeralda, but I would appreciate it, if you called me either ´´Mr.Frollo´´, ´´Manager Frollo´´ or simply by my first name ´´Manager Claude´´ as you´re supposed to."

"Alright, Manager Frollo." She responded politely, pronouncing the last word, as if she was disgusted of addressing him on a personal, first name, level.

"Then I assume all thing have been settled, so there are no more reasons to stay away from work.

We´re opening right now, thus off to your places !"

Frollo commanded and they obeyed;

which ment, that Clopin was the first on the left, ready to take orders, Esmeralda right next to him to actually make the sub sandwich and the cashier would be sometimes Clopin again or Frollo, who kept a steady eye on everyone, controlling and telling them how do to it, in case they made a mistake - which happened often in his opinion.

The doorbell ringed in a soft ´´Brrring !´´ as the first customer entered the shop.

"Do your best now, greet him as friendly as possible !"

Frollo told them from his position behind them, lurking lke an illness-bringing shadow in the backside of the counter.

"Good morning, dear customer !" Clopin shouted, almost jumping at the man from behind the counter.

"Maybe less frightening next time..." Frollo muttered, rolling his eyes.

"What do you wnat to eat today ?" Clopin asked hi, managing a smile, that was so broad, that the man on the other side wasn´t so sure if he really was hungry anymore.

Clopin repeated the man´s stuttered order ot Esmeralda, who immediately began making the sandwich.

"Toasted ?" Esmeralda asked.

"What ?" The man was far too distracted by watching Clopin carefully - so that he won´t attack him in an unexpected moment - to hear her question.

"Do-you-want-it-to-ha-sted ?!" Clopin saing in a loud voice.

Very nervous now, the customer only nodded.

Esmeralda whistled shortly.

Suddenly her goat Dali appeared - or better : got into sight by jumping up off her place on the floor behind the counter.

The woma quickly placed the bread in the toaster, then Dali kicked-closed the toaster door with her hind legs.

Both looked contented with this kind of teamwork, not caring about the strange looks everyone else were giving them.

As soon as the man received his sandwich he simply threw the money into Clopin´s face and ran out.

Clopin looked a little disappointed to lose a listener so soon, yet he eyed the dollar bills happy as he fished them out of his hair.

"Way to go !" He said in his always so enthusiastic tone.

Review and I need a beta reader ;) !!