The Drowsy Chef || Open
Opening up for the day, Raeger was immediately hit with regretting staying up until four in the morning watching the entirety of an anime series he was hardly awake enough to remember the title of. It was something about high school students in their everyday lives, which narrowed it down to just about every high school themed anime available for streaming. The theme song he knew was catchy, since he found himself sleepily humming a tune he vaguely remembered as being from the show.
To call the state he was in “sorry” would be an understatement. He was more sorry for the poor customers who would have to deal with him before the fog would be clearing from his brain at around noon if he was lucky. It was a weekend, so he expected more people to sleep in, and had little concern that a customer would walk in at a time not fit for service.
But to shrug that possibility was a mistake. It was a very big mistake. And he only finally realized that when the first customer of the day walked in.
“Good morning,” his words were a little slurred, punctuated by a yawn “how may I help you?”