"Sorry! Sorry! I'll be right out to help you in just a minute!" came a call from the back room.

John watched warily as a young adult emerged from the curtain behind the counter. He fit the deliveryman's description to a T. The boy was tall and skinny, with a head of short cut, spiny brown hair. He had a heavily bloodied apron, no doubt from butchering, and a pair of similarly dirtied latex gloves, which he pulled off and tossed aside before greeting his guests at the edge of the counter.

"What can I get for you?"