Eric
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 After everything cooled down Eric went back to severing his tables. This was a normal occurrence in the diner, someone has a mistake, everyone pays for it. Now he was waiting a table with three men. 

"Is that all for you today." Eric asked with a smile. He always felt like he had to make sure the customer was happy with his services. 

"Yes and some water for all of us." One of the elderly men answered back.

While he walked back to the kitchen Eric looked around and assessed his work place. It always dark in the dinner, the curtains kept it so that you could barley tell wither it was night or day. But it seems that the customers like that. They come here and Eric always feels like he is serving dolls. They all come in and look the same, Eric can never seem to get a read on them. Plus it always smells of smoke. Its a wonder that they never had asthma fits with all the smoke in the air. 

After getting the food he returned to the table. The at the table guest looked highly agitated.

"Here are your orders." He said to the four men. 

"What happened over there with that lady?" One of the younger looking ones asked. 

He was referring to the incident with Zack, but why? They seemed really upset about the food spilling, and Eric didn't know how to handle it. He had handled unhappy customers before but never angry ones. 

"Ummmm...We are training a new waiter and he spilled some food, but it was all taken care of." Eric said with some fear in his voice. 

After being lectured about proper service by the four Eric went off to check on another table of his. But right before he could reach it he froze. His chest started to pound and sweat touched his brow. Fear crept up his spine and he fell to his knees. Eric was having one of his panic attacks.