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As she shuffled around the corner, Ghoulia’s eyes were met by a long queue leading halfway down the street, and she sighed in frustration.
Deadovitch’s Deli was one of the most popular eateries in Salem, and it wasn’t uncommon for virtually everyone in town to line up for the delicious sandwiches and meat dishes they served regularly. Ghoulia had been craving one of their subline Cheese Brain Steak sandwiches all day, and had intended to head there as soon as school let out.
She mentally cursed Cleo. Thanks to her friend cajoling her into drawing a diagram for a new fearleading routine, she had left the school several minutes late, far too late to get into the line early. Being zombies, the Deadovitches tended to make their meals quite slowly (Though many said that made it taste better.) As it was, it would take an hour before she got something to eat, and the cheese steaks would likely all be gone by then.
Sighing, she turned to cross the street, resigned to having a greasy burger from McMonsters. Suddenly, a grunt behind her caught her attention.
He recognized the tall zombie standing before her as the son of the deli’s owners, she often saw him fixing up the sandwiches. He was holding a paper bag in his hand, a nervous expression on his face.
“Um.. Ghoulia, right?” He spoke in Zombish. “You normally have the Cheesy Brain Steak with extra tomato and onion, right?” He extended the bag toward her.
“Y..yes.” She took the bag, surprised. “Um, how did you..”
“I’ve seen you coming in every day after school, and when I noticed you hadn’t come in at your usual time, I thought I should whip one up for you, in case you came in late. I er.. hope that’s okay.”
“That’s.. really kind of you.” Ghoulia replied. She reached into her bag to find money, but the tall zombie waved his hand.
“It’s alright, I’ll put it on your tab.”
“Thank you..” Ghoulia was somewhat confused. Surely the busy staff didn’t lavish this much attention to a single customer. “You didn’t have to go to this much trouble.”
“Well, I wanted to. I mean, you’re always so busy doing stuff around the school and helping the fearleading squad.. I just wanted to help you out a little..”
He suddenly paused and threw up his hands, fear in his eyes. “No.. not that I watch you all the time or anything! I just.. notice you around, you know. I’m not being creepy!”
“It’s.. it’s alright.” Ghoulia moaned back, a slight blush on her face. “I’m flattered. Not a lot of people notice me at all, really.”
“Yeah, I know what that’s like.” The zombie chuckled, a little calmer.
“Say um.. if you like, I could reserve a sandwich for you every day. That way you don’t have to wait so long.”
“That would be great. But I insist on doing something for you in return, Mr Deadovitch.”
“You don’t have to..”
“Please.” Ghoulia smiled. “It’s the least I can do.”
The tall zombie seemed to blush at this notion. “O.. okay, sure. If I think of something…”
A long, loud groan bellowed from within the store, causing him to jump.
“Ah crap, my dad’s calling. I need to head back. Um.. can I call you later?”
“Sure. I look forward to meeting you again Mr Deado..”
“Just Moe is fine.” He smiled as best he could. “I er.. have to dash. I’ll see you later.”
With that, he turned and shuffled back into the store. Ghoulia watched him leave, (which took about two minutes at his slow speed.) then stared at the sandwich bag in her hand.
She would definitely need to consult Cleo about this event.
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