@powerofinheritance
Only one more hour. Then you can close. Then you can go home. One more hour. Sixty minutes. It's been a long day. You got yelled at three times. You had to clean up someone's throw-up. You ran out of fries for a few hours. How does that even happen? What fast food place doesn't have fries? Long day.
Your smile's a little forced as a girl close to your age comes in; she probably had some night classes or a late night at the labs or something. There's some things you miss about school, but you don't miss that. At least, that's what you tell yourself.
"Hello, welcome to McSpiral's," you say, unable to stop a little bit of tiredness creeping into your voice. "Late night, huh? Looking for dessert? Or maybe, uh... something to keep going? We got coffee."







