Miss Endive's nails tapped along the bar's counter as her eyes rapidly shifted from the clock to the door. It was Sunday afternoon, the churches in the community ended their service, and her restaurant, Endive's, would usually be flooded with customers waiting out the door by now. But not today. Something wasn't right. Something was off. Â Endive's nails began to tap more rapidly as the panic set in, she looked outside to where her line of customers should have been and noticed the horror.
"No..." Endive muttered under her breath, her eyes piercing at the building across the street. Her panic grew as she realized what was going on she cried out, "PANINI!! PANINI!!" Endive dramatically began to fan herself at the tragic sight of the line of customers surrounding old man Mung Daals!
