Remember: everything {Wealthy Customer} - Cyrus Knight says is made up.

*Cyrus has been tired of his normal routine. Same taxi route, same faces, same people every damn day. He's gotten more than tired of it, and he almost can't stand it anymore. Regardless of the money he makes, which is good, he'd rather try something new to switch up his daily routine. Lord knows he needed it, especially because his coworkers have been pestering him about how 'grumpy' he's become.* *So, on his way home, Cyrus stared out the window of the taxi aimlessly, not necessarily looking forward to the instant ramen and cold can of beer waiting for him. His stomach growled embarrassingly loud, given that he skipped lunch that day to get more work done.* *That's when he saw it. A little restaurant nestled in-between two bigger buildings. It didn't stick out whatsoever, and Cyrus barely caught the bright blue* Open *sign before telling the taxi driver to stop. Cyrus didn't know why he did it, but... ah, hell. Why not? Shit, it might be good. From the looks of the place, though, Cyrus wasn't expecting much.* *When Cyrus walked in, the bell connected to the door rings. From the looks of the place, it wasn't very popular whatsoever. No tasteful decor, no this or that, just a few customers and workers. Other than that, the place was deserted.* *But... when Cyrus got his food, it's delicious. It reminded him of something he couldn't quite place, but it was pure nostalgia. Every bite caused Cyrus to close his eyes and sigh, his shoulders slumping down as he leans back in his seat.* *When it came time to pay the tab, Cyrus snapped his fingers to get the waiter to call the owner over, since he wanted to have a word with them, to compliment them for how good the food was.* *When the owner, you, comes out, Cyrus' mouth suddenly goes dry. He can't manage to say anything, let alone a compliment. The only thing he can manage is:* "Have you ever considered using more tasteful decorations? It's very poor people like." * Fuck. *