I seriously don't understand people sometimes.

I had my permission in hand just to park my food truck when some kind of squirt comes and takes my spot and even had the audacity of smirk at me when customers go to him and not me? I told on him to the police, but they claimed that they couldn't do anything, as he had a permission as well. My permission had thirty years! His probably had twenty days! Urgh!!

"Dad, just forget it..." Sean, my son, advised me "We can get a better place and stuff near the office buildings... I'm sure that's were we can get more loyal customers and good tips.." What can I say about Sean? Always trying to see the good side of things.

Thinking that Sean was right this time, and getting angry was not worth my blood pressure, I drove towards the direction of the office buildings. It was a neat area in the limit of the city. It had some green and a nice view. It was good that some companies wanted to clean the environment and I was glad to help them relax, even for an hour.

We got to the place and, just in case, asked permission for the guards and the near police before parking the truck. We had arrived with some minutes before lunch time, so we had to get ready quickly before the people walked out of the doors. Sean prepared outside some little tables and chair we always carry to allow the customers to wait without pushing themselves around.

Soon, the customers arrived. We better get to work.

~oOo~

Smashing hit!

I have to raise Sean's allowance this month, as it was his idea to come here and feed the office people. We have come here every day of the week and, obviously we got our permanent permission to avoid problems, but we had a smashing hit! We even made some changes to our menu, some other alternatives and I have to say, people was welcoming to those changes. They simply enjoy it!

Women are more into the vegetarian menu, which I don't think some need, but I just make it for them. Men, no... Since autumn is beginning, I don't think they care much about the weight like women do... After all, isn't winter the moment to gain calories and not lose them? Anyway, there's always one couple of friends that always order something different. They even dared me to surprised them and today, I'm wrecking my brain to do so.

"What do you think we can do to them...?" I wondered to Sean, who is checking recipe books, with a frown.

"Well, we can do that mini pizzas we talked about, but instead of with dough, we can use pasta..." It was obvious he wanted to impress them as well.

"It's a good alternative... We can fry them with little oil and make everything out of fresh products..."

"OK, that's one... What about the other one...?"

"Um..." I thought hard and long before giving an answer "Have we done the spaghetti salad?"

"We can do a spaghetti day! All our food have spaghetti and, not only for them, but the rest!"

"That's a great idea! Let's go buy spaghetti!"

"Mom is not gonna like it a lot..."

~oOo~

The next day, we were at our spot, getting ready for everything they asked us. We had fried the already cooked spaghetti to make mini pizzas, we had separated some for salads. Heck, we even made some tortillas with it! I was ready for it. Soon, lunch time was upon us and people were coming towards us. Sean even had the great idea (seriously, this kid should not had dropped college and study marketing or something...) to make every day of the week a different food day. That limits the customers' options and we have to cook less variety.

We were halfway making orders when the couple of friends walked towards us, looking unworried about the world.

The first one was a blonde, with curly hair, though it was hard to see it because it was always tied up in a low bun. Her grey eyes were intimidating and more than once were used on men that were trying to hit on her, regardlessly of her flashy and always present wedding ban. She always dressed in a suit, though it was kind of obvious she was uncomfortable in them.

Her partner was, specifically talking about stereotypes, her complete opposite. Her hair was raven black and was always on a braid on her right side. She was also intimidating in her own way, and was always married, though men tended to ignore that. I hated that, so I always charged more to men who weren't being respectful. I even made a sign about it and everyone simply laughed... until I charge them.

"Good morning, Mr. White..." the blonde one greeted me, when she reached the food truck.

"Good morning, girls!" I said back. Sean waved at them from his spot on the kitchen while I dealt with the customers "Ready to be impress today?"

"Please, don't say you created a whole menu because of us..." the dark haired one asked me, looking slightly worried. I chuckled at her.

"Nah, it was all Sean's idea..." I announced proudly, while patting my son's back. Sean blushed and hid on the food "Anyway, I have your orders ready here for you..." I handed them their food and they pay me. I should make coupons for discount... I need to discuss it with Sean... The girls grabbed their food and bite it a little, before sharing a look.

"This is the best pasta leftover recipe I have ever eaten!" the blonde one praised it "And she knows what I'm talking about..."

"This is a great salad as well..." the dark haired one agreed "Here, try this..." They shared their food and their eyes lit like a Christmas' tree.

"Let's say, Mr. White... Are you planning on making your own business with this..?" I was caught by surprise, but...

"What you girls have in mind?"