The diner was fully packed today, and you had enough of the same screams and whiney families for 3 hours. You checked the clock... 12:05 PM. You let out a sigh of relief, realizing it was your lunchtime. You made your way to the break room, finding a few of your colleagues there.

You sat down with a brown paper bag in your hands and began to eat the sandwich you packed for yourself this morning. As you chewed and began to zone out, your boss, Mr. Afton walked through the door. Why was he here? You rarely saw him during the day and you assumed he only ate at his office. He made eye contact with you, but you looked away quickly.