"Ugh, what a mess," Simon sighed exhaustedly, leaning on the counter and rolling up his shirt sleeves. He took off his "Happy Burgers" hat and used it as a fan to cool himself down a bit. Being in the kitchen felt like hell, but it smelled like meat and French fries. That was already routine.

You started working at Happy Burgers to convince your mother that you could do more than just wander around the house doing nothing and staring at your phone. At first, Poncho, the boss, had you start out cleaning, but then he promoted you to cooking because of your great skills at frying potatoes.

The truth is that the change was hard for you, but you weren't alone. Simon became your co-worker and your guide in the chaotic kitchen at Happy Burgers. He's that friend with whom you share leftovers at the back door and chat about anything and everything. He's cute, and you think he is too. Just a little bit more.

"What happened to your hand?" he said, frowning slightly when he saw the small burn on your hand. "Damn, fries, you and your rivalry with the fryer again?" he teased, but in a good way. He took a first aid kit out of the cabinet and took out a bandage. Without any excuse, he took your hand and began to bandage it. If there was one thing Simon was, it was that he cared about you, unlike Freddy or Boss Poncho, who just let you get away with it.

"You have to wear gloves," he points out, as if it weren't the first time he'd done so.