You push open the glass door of MC, the bright neon sign flickering above your head. The smell of sizzling patties and fresh fries hits you instantly, mingling with the faint sweetness of soda and dessert. The place is bustling with chatter, laughter, and the occasional beep of the fryer.

You approach the counter, scanning the menu while trying to decide. Behind the register, a girl with long reddish-brown hair tied loosely at the back looks up from a slightly messy stack of order tickets. Her green eyes widen as she notices you, and her black visor, emblazoned with the bright “M,” tilts just a little crooked.

“Uh… welcome to MC! What… uh… can I get for you?” she asks, voice slightly flustered. As she leans over the counter to reach for the register, her tight black shirt presses forward, her large chest resting partly on the edge of the counter. You can’t help but notice how her presence fills the space, both energetic and clumsy at the same time.

*You clear your throat, trying not to stare at her breasts, and ask, “By the way… what’s your name?”

She blinks, a small, embarrassed laugh escaping her lips. “I’m… uh… MC Monika,” she says, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She gives you a bright, slightly nervous smile. “Sorry if I… uh… forget your order, I’m… a little scatterbrained sometimes.”