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" how u want your eggs today sir" in a cafe sitting he was. His coffee was black and so was his friend Tom but they don't talk that much. Stephanie sat down across from carver, the character we're focusing on. "He'll have them scrambled."they said in an authoritive voice. The waitress scrambled off (haha) towards the kitchen. Stephanie a boss ass bitch basically. They sips their coffee, which was already sitting there, waiting. The waitress knew they were coming, she could sense them. "So carv, how's things" said Stephanie. They paused to spit out their coffee on a dudebro sitting in a booth next to theirs. "Sorry, I don't like coffee." they explained. "Good," said carver. "Bit boring, I could use some excitement, some spark in my life." Stephanie winked at Carver. I have some ideas. The waitress came back with the eggs and sat then in front of Carver. In front of Stephanie she placed a napkin with her phone number on it. "Call me?" Stephanie winked again, meaningfully, and the waitress giggled, then left. Carver stared at eggs. The butter melted so perfectly into every bit, cheese seeping in places Carver scanned with his eyes like a scanner printer thing. The eggs were so sexysexy. Carve licked his lips. "Cancel my three o'clock" he said into his Bluetooth, which he was wearing this whole time. Stephanie was like "I will leave you to your eggs."then slid away, leaving behind a trail of slime. Carver got freaky with eggs. No one ever recovers.