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The Restaurant, Part 2

Since it was only about a 10 minute walk, we decided to walk. We walked up to a young thin woman behind a bar. She had brown stringy hair, only up to her shoulders with a shirt that was way too big for her. One sleeve was sliding down her bony shoulder showing her black, bra strap. Her black apron she wore over tight, black pants were tied tightly around her waist. Because Ed was totally out of it wasn't paying attention, and because Al was too busy admiring the place and the 'extremely well done stone walls', I had to talk to her.

"Um, table for three, I guess." I told her. I didn't know what to say; There wasn't any fancy restaurants likes this in Risembool, no one told me what I was supposed to say! At first she ignored me, seemed that she was starring off into the distance. I looked around, curious of what had caught her eye. Ugh, Ed had to wear a short sleeve shirt... I guess my amazing, shinny, auto mail caught her attention. It's not that I don't want people admiring my work, it's just that in the world, no one has ever seen a prosthetic arm so advanced like that. And usually, Edward is questioned to death when he shows it off in public. And now that I realized it, and lot of other people were starring at it, too. IHe should know better, but I had to give him some credit, it was over 100 degrees outside. Ed finally noticed the eyes slowly creeping up on him, them looked the lady in the face, glaring at her strongly.

"What?!" He snapped, causing the woman to slightly jump.

"Uh, yes Miss, how many?" She asked me, trying to keep her eyes off of Ed's right arm.

"I already said three, please."

"Right, follow me." The three of us followed her all the way to the back of the restaurant, into another room with about six other tables filled with fat, rich people. They were all wearing fancy jewelry, with golden watches and silver earrings; Even most men! Most of the woman had their short hair in tight curls, piercing their skin, while others had it lose, sitting on their shoulders. All the men had ties and suits on, with napkins folded perfectly on their lap. The three of us looked around amazed of how perfect everything was.

"It's like a freak'en doll house in here. Why are the lights so dim?" Ed asked once we had all found our seats and the creepy, thin lady had left.

"It's better that it's darker in here, or your auto mail would be easier to see. Why are you even wearing a t-shirt anyway?!" My voice grew, as I starred the man down.

"Who cares!? Because it hurts-" Aha! So he admits he was in pain!

"I told you, you should of let me look at it!!"

"I never said that! I was just more comfortable this way, and it's-!"

"And it's what? Really hot outside? Well I'll tell you something-"

"I don't care if people see it or not!"

"BUT EVERYONE'S LOOKING AT US!" I was practically yelling now, and it was true; Everyone in the room had their eyes rested on top of us. Good thing we had Alphonse.

"Uhh, waitress! We're ready to order!" Al barked, trying to change the subject, and give us the hint to possibly, stop yelling.

"Alphonse, I have no idea what I want yet!" Ed mumbled from behind his menu.

"Well, hurry up and choose, because she's on her way."

"I NEED SOME TIME, AL!"

"Relax, I'll order first!"

FIN

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