Magnetos

The only issue with Magento's was the owner. Charles had been by more times than he had cared to count. The waiters and waitresses were always polite and smiling. They were the faces of the place, the man who owned Magneto’s, though, was the cook. The one who stayed towards the back, only occasionally bringing out a plate if he had to and everyone else was busy.He always seemed angry, as far as Charles could see. A constant frown on his face, looking like he would rather be anywhere else but running a fairly popular business. Charles was certain Magneto—as he had taken to calling him—had glared at him the last time he had to bring his food out. Charles wasn’t sure he had ever seen anyone so unhappy in his life.