Wearing the Cross Medal

12:30 Noon

As the rowdy men were carried away by the staff of the diner on their vehicle, a waiter suddenly cut in passing the menu.

"What's your order Sir, Ma'am?" He conveniently asked.

The staff who were extremely well-behave did not pay so much attention on the raucous like they've been used to these rumbles.

"How about the guys I hurt just now?

"Oh…serves them right Ma'am. They've been provoking customers countless times here as long as I remember. They are members of a boxing club from Baltimore!"

The waitress answered like it was nothing that matters.

"I see!... Ok. Please give me a streak steak, medium rare and a soda." Kait Hanson ordered.

She was so hungry that lunch was calling her name.

"I'll have the same!"

Remo took a fresh towel from one of the shelves.

"Hey hubby, the New York strip are the best steak here. But before you taste them, be sure to take that with a grain of salt!"