[ WP ] A new restaurant opened in your town that serves anything a guest can ask for ; the town is enthralled by this , but you however sense something sinister .

Shiny. The countertops, the plates and silverware, even the laquer on the stained oak chairs shone. The restaurant was busier than Id imagined. 
 
 I took a seat near the front door, and picked up the famous-by-now menu. It was as plain as they came, black block font on eggshell paper. `` Sammies'' wasnt much of a name. Im not sure if it was a play on the breaded meatbox, or the name of the owner. Of course, nobody knew who actually owned the place. Nobody cared. 
 
 The true lure of Sammies was what was below the name. The full menu: 
 
 `` Whatever you want'' 
 
 People were taking full advantage of it. An older couple nearby dined on lobster and beluga. Two young men devoured burgers made of something raw and red. A sad man slurped a soup that seemed to be nothing more than water. And then my eyes came to rest on what I wanted. 
 
 She sat at a table between the sad man and I. From the looks of it, she had not yet been served. Her dark hair cut short and sharp across her cheeks, and her hands folded the corners of the menu subconsciously. She looked up and caught my eye... no... not my eyes. I felt as though she were looking at my chest. I swallowed, a slight tinge of discomfort I dont think Id ever felt before. I gave my best nervous smile and shrugged, dragging my eyes back to the menu. It still said `` Sammies'' 
 
 Whatever you want. 
 
 I looked back up in time to hear the chair across from me scrape across the floor. Her black skirt, her white blouse, and her face again. `` You new here?'' She smirked. 
 
 `` Isnt everyone?'' I did my best to cast my eyes beyond her, to indicate the room, the new restaurant, the other people. I failed. 
 
 `` You like me,'' she grinned. God that voice was heaven. Warm and soft and heavy. I did. 
 
 `` Seems possibly mutual? Or am I sitting in your seat?'' The waitress bumped our table, and my new companion cast shade. 
 
 `` You two ready to order?'' She smiled emptily. Her pen clicked under her thumb, and she was already bored with us. `` What can I get you, sir? 
 
 `` Uhh, I guess Ill have...'' I knew what I wanted. I wanted an old-fashioned root beer float. I wanted a cheeseburger from Grilltown, back before it burned down. I wanted the last day I could remember being a dumb kid before I grew into a dumb man. I wanted that. I asked for that. 
 
 `` Uh-huh, whatever.'' The waitress didnt even write it down. She turned to my companion, and grinned. `` Let me guess, Sammie,'' she said. `` The usual?'' 

