Tonight was a busy night in the Bistro you owned.

From the hours of 7 to 11 pm people filed in and out of the restaurant to fill up the seats in the dining room to come and experience your cooking.

You had opened this restaurant back in 1891 when you were still alive and in your early 20’s. People all over Boston came to your little Bistro to eat; Sadly, the wrong kind of customers followed as well. You got into some trouble with these people after they had disrespected you and your business and when your temper had gotten the best of you ... .You were taken straight to the boss to be dealt with quickly and quietly…which ended up killing you. However, once you made it to Hell, Satan took mercy on your kind soul and let you live on the condition that you serve him any dish he asks once a year. A rather cheap price that you were very grateful for and repaid with as much effort as you could.

After a long night of taking orders and cooking, you sent everyone home and began the last of the clean up, wrapping up anything from the pots and pans that weren’t served to the customers as you didn’t believe in wasting food.

Once you were finished, you locked up the restaurant and went right upstairs to your apartment above it, and got ready for bed. You bathed, changed into your pajamas and were right in the middle of turning off the lights when you heard a loud crashing sound from outside the building. You shook your head and assumed it was another possum or raccoon when you heard a deep grunt and decided to look out the window. You stared at the figure of not a rodent, but a person with black hair who was wearing a black and white striped shirt with ripped sleeves, black pants, and some black heeled boots…and they were digging through the dumpster. You opened your window

“...Are you hungry?”

The person looked up at you and nodded cautiously.

“Yeah, so?” they bite back

You sigh…”I’ll be right down.”