Night 56: Staff-Only Food Counter
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The door clicked shut behind them. The room fell into darkness without the moonlight and it took a split second for his eyes to adjust again.
Not that being able to see led to any grand revelations. Cash register, trays, glass-covered cases-empty. So sparkling clean, it could've been a daytime commercial aimed at housewives and soccer moms. He flicked the light switch by the wall a couple of times, experimenting. Nothing. That fridge last night, though-that fridge had been up and running. What, did they keep two separate power sources just so they could shut the lights off while keeping the food nice and fresh?
The amount of effort put into this setup was what kept getting to him the most. Seriously, was there a point to it? Did these people not understand the meaning of efficiency? Because it was getting beyond ridiculous.
He went around the counter and made his way towards the door behind it.
"By the way," he said. "Our new non-Cullen vampire in town-though she has the hair. You met her this morning." It wasn't a question. The actual question-What did she say to you?-was left unspoken. He didn't expect she'd have said anything different to Stefan, but he wanted to bring her up. They hadn't had the chance to talk about her earlier and considering she knew more about them and their future than vice versa, she wasn't a topic to put on a permanent back-burner. People who knew more than he did was one thing; people who knew more about himself than he did was another entirely.
The door clicked shut behind them. The room fell into darkness without the moonlight and it took a split second for his eyes to adjust again.
Not that being able to see led to any grand revelations. Cash register, trays, glass-covered cases-empty. So sparkling clean, it could've been a daytime commercial aimed at housewives and soccer moms. He flicked the light switch by the wall a couple of times, experimenting. Nothing. That fridge last night, though-that fridge had been up and running. What, did they keep two separate power sources just so they could shut the lights off while keeping the food nice and fresh?
The amount of effort put into this setup was what kept getting to him the most. Seriously, was there a point to it? Did these people not understand the meaning of efficiency? Because it was getting beyond ridiculous.
He went around the counter and made his way towards the door behind it.
"By the way," he said. "Our new non-Cullen vampire in town-though she has the hair. You met her this morning." It wasn't a question. The actual question-What did she say to you?-was left unspoken. He didn't expect she'd have said anything different to Stefan, but he wanted to bring her up. They hadn't had the chance to talk about her earlier and considering she knew more about them and their future than vice versa, she wasn't a topic to put on a permanent back-burner. People who knew more than he did was one thing; people who knew more about himself than he did was another entirely.