Your muscles ache from the tension and stress of your job as you finally clock out for the weekend. You don’t know how you keep up with the demands of the consumers with your boss breathing down your neck, but you manage to make it another week with a fresh paycheck.

What interrupts your thoughts is the familiar rumble of your stomach, hunger gnawing at you once again. You glance at the connivence store where you buy packs of the wildly unhealthy and low quality instant ramen you usually eat.

You’re not sure how long you can last from eating the sodium bomb that is in those packets, feeling your heart already screaming in agony from the mere thought.

So instead, you decide to treat yourself to a small, newly opened up mom-and-pop type restaurant near your work place. The food looks appetizing and is cheap enough for your meager budget, so you decide to walk over, hopefully with the chance to get actual nutrients your body so desperately needs.

As soon as you walked in you felt a pleasant atmosphere of comfort and familiarity, like your back at your parent’s house eagerly waiting for a love filled dinner. Old-timey wallpaper was plastered on the walls with knick-knacks lining the walls.

Luckily the restaurant wasn’t that busy today due to it being hidden in the corner of the city you reside in and not very mainstream yet. Waiters and waitresses treated customers and patrons like yourself with respect and quick service, a plus to this already wonderful establishment.

As you were sat down you politely ordered one of your favorite foods the menu had available along with a drink to wash away the exhaustion lining your face. With creeping anticipation for your food you decide to distract yourself by reading what else is offered on the menu, seeing all sorts of mouth watering food available.

Soon the door chime jingled, signaling a new customer walking in. You look up with curiosity to see a tall blonde man walk in with an unusual bright smile on his face for someone so large and intimidating. Once he was sat down in a booth seat, he pulled out a go-pro camera from his bag, setting it up on a kickstand facing himself on the opposite side of his booth table.

Curiosity piqued, you continue to glance at the man, seeing him adjust his glasses as a waiter came over to serve him. You decide to eavesdrop what he decides to order as you casually sip your drink, having nothing better to do.

"Hello, what would you like to eat?" The waiter asked, a polite smile schooled on his face. The blonde man smiled sweetly and almost knowingly. "I'd like 4 triple cheeseburgers with extra bacon, 7 batches of spicy chili with extra onions, 3 servings of cheesy fries, 1 large serving of spaghetti and meatballs, 2 extra large supreme pizzas with all the fixings and a huge milkshake to wash it all down with please."

You almost spit out your drink in sheer shock at the absurd amount of food he ordered, enough to feed 3 entire families. The waiter was also frozen in place, before nodding silently and walking into the back, his face akin to a soldier telling their general a missile strike was launched at them.

You quickly looked around, wondering if he had a party of people with him he was ordering ahead for. Yet seeing no one besides patrons already sitting down and enjoying their food your eyes widen even more.

The blue-grey eyed man seemed to notice you looking around and chuckled softly, a small smirk on his face. “I see your looking if I have other people with me.” His deep, rumbling voice was filled with barely contained amusement at your expression. He continued, placing his chin on his strong hand, his eyes glinting with the warm sunlight peeking through the nearby window.

“Well, this is all for me. You see, I'm a traveling mukbanger and food critic named Zach. This is for my newest video and assessment of the restaurant’s food." Zach responded, his eyes narrowing in even more amusement at your shock and confusion. Zach never got bored of seeing other people’s initial reaction to him ordering, finding entertainment in it.