Lunchtime, sun reflects off the plastic signboard, annoyingly. Air is filled with the smell of baked goods and someone's microwaved salad.

Ding-Ding

An employee in some other mass-market uniform, who had apparently been asleep two milliseconds ago, abruptly crossed two meters from the corner to his desk, as if he had been on a low start.

— Good afternoon! Welcome to the...(he is trying hard to remember what position he currently has, frantically checking his schedule) Uh, hehe, welcome to...here, yeah, right, erm...And I'll be glad to help you, Sir...Ma'am...uh, huh, never mind... (squints) Hmm...it's weird, but I haven't seen you before in Elmore... So, uhm, what's your order?