Chapter 881: The continuation of the timeline!

(PS: I made a mistake in the previous chapter; The Flash should work in Central City, not Metropolis.)

"Good morning, what would you like to order?"

Finally.

Barry Allen reached the front of the counter.

The clerk responsible for making breakfast asked him indifferently.

Barry Allen's fingers twitched more intensely as he scrutinized the clerk with suspicion.

"Where is that curly-haired lady?"

"Sarah?"

"She's sick. At least, that's what she said when she asked for leave... ~"

The male clerk wore an expression as if he saw through everything; disdainful of his colleague's clumsy excuse, he whispered to Barry: "Actually, she's seeing a new boyfriend."

After finishing the gossip, he straightened his tone and continued as if nothing had happened: "What would you like? Just tell me."

"I usually order the same thing..."

Barry Allen sped up his speech, saying: "I'm in a rush, she usually has it ready in advance."

The clerk rested his hands on the counter and reminded him: "Then hurry up and tell me."

"A PB and BRHC sandwich."

"Okay, let me write that down."

The clerk slowly picked up a slip of paper. "PB stands for peanut butter, if I'm not mistaken?"

"That's right!"

Barry Allen gestured anxiously, explaining: "BR is banana and raisins, and H is honey, C is cheese!"

"Whoa, people with fast metabolisms really have a good appetite."

The clerk was surprised by this high-energy meal and asked: "Are you going to run a marathon?"

"..."

Barry's expression was frantic; he clapped his hands together, intending to remind the other party to speed up.

But the clerk continued chatting to himself: "Speaking of which, my sister ran one once. God bless her... Oh, she was fine, just exhausted to death."

As he spoke, he imitated the way he had teased his sister at the time: "It's just a run, Sharon... We all have to run to work in the morning~"

"Oh!"

Barry finally couldn't take it anymore. He rolled his eyes and interrupted: "Yeah! I'm already three minutes late for work!"

"Sorry, I just want to eat my sandwich quickly!"

"Ha, buddy, you can't get a good sandwich if you're impatient."

The clerk shook his head with a playful smile, not taking the customer's urgency seriously.

He was long used to it.

Every customer who wanted him to speed up his work used the "I'm about to be late" excuse. ===== CHAPTER 886 =====