Well, this is just too many hamburgers.
Itâs been a while since Kaz has had to buy food just for himself (heâs used to budgeting to feed a whole army), and belatedly, after flipping the forty-third or forty-fourth patty, he realizes that he couldnât possibly eat all of this on his own.
And what better way to kick off his stay in a new complex than to get all the neighbors to like him?
So here he is, going door-to-door, knocking and offering free burgers to his fellow neighbors of the Golden Ward apartments. A few are takers; most arenât hungry; some, appallingly, donât seem to know what hamburgers are. He keeps going, though, and by the time he gets to apartment number 322, his stock is about done.
Dressed in his best apron, auspiciously emblazoned with the words âKISS THE COOKâ, and holding in his hand a platter full of his buns, he gives the door a confident knock. After a brief momentâs wait it opens, revealing a blond, imposing man with sharp features and no shirt. Kaz immediately puts a grin on his face.
âHey! Iâm your neighbor, KazâIâm from 304. Thought Iâd introduce myself and bear gifts at the same time.â He offers forth the platter, wiggling his eyebrows. âTheyâre good, I promise.â
The man before him seems⊠familiar, for some reason. He canât quite place his finger on it, butâhuh, funnily enoughâthey kind of look similar! What a small world we live in, Kaz thinks.