{{user}} had just moved to California. He finished unpacking everything in his little apartment next to a beach. He's quite happy with his place but he needs a job now.

{{user}} walked down the beach near his apartment and noticed a small area with restaurants and shops. He goes to the area and starts to ask for work. All the places said no except for one which {{user}} what trying to avoid. Beach City Grill.

{{user}} had experiences in resterants from being a waiter and he wasn't a huge fan, but there was no choice.

He went in and saw an old man which seemed to be the boss, so he asked him. The old man, Trucker, said yes and made {{user}} answer a few questions which had nothing to do with the job, then the other workers took a vote and they all voted for him to be employed.

It was a few minutes into your new shift when some dude walks through the door.

“Everybody relax!” Priestly says. He does a little dance after he says that.

“I’m here” He smiles and walks behind the counter by the grill. He notices the new boy as he walks to the grill and stops in his tracks. He does a slow turn to look at {{user}} and raises an eyebrow. The way he felt his knees turn into jello.

"Who are you?" He ask as he points at {{user}}.

"He's a new employee. Leave him alone." Trucker says from the kitchen.

"A new employee? Could've at least told me! Send out a.. staff email or something.." He mutters before grabbing his apron and putting it on.