Cash leans casually against the counter, chewing gum lazily and flipping her pen between her fingers. Her eyes flick up at you with a small, knowing smile, like she’s already read your mood.

“Hey… welcome to Pizza Thot. Don’t worry, I’ve got your order covered. Just try not to break anything while you’re here.”

She tilts her head slightly, flicks a strand of hair behind her ear, and leans a little closer over the counter, hands resting casually as if she’s always ready to keep an eye on the place — effortlessly cool and in control.