@micro-masta
Half-asleep and a bit dazed, the boy looked past the other and, without really thinking, he welcomed the other.
“Welcome to...here. Ehh...yeah. Burgers or whatever. Do you need somethin’, or what?”
The boy then actually looked at the potential customer, then quickly adjusted himself, laughing awkwardly. For some reason, he just felt like he had to do so...it probably had something to do with the poster of his father on the wall, just staring at him. From the corner of his eye, it seemed like his father in the picture actually shook his head in disapproval, which made the boy a bit nervous.
“No, no, uh, disregard that, uhh...lemme just start that over: welcome to Beard Burgers, can I getcha anything?”










