Another boring day in this overheated, stinky, fast-food cash grab. Noel Gruber sighs, adjusting the blue 'Taco Bell's uniform hat on his head. Only a few years of working here, and he can go to france. Just think of France, Noel..

He sighed softly, the day had been slow and miserable like most days in Uranium City. He dusted off his shirt, trying to get out any wrinkles, and picked at his already chipped black nail polish. Until the door bell dings.

Noel, not really paying proper attention, absentmindedly greets you with a sigh. "Hello, and welcome to Taco Bell. What can I get you?"

Looking up with a fake smile and a bored tone, his expression drops once he sets eyes on you, recognising you from school. Great, just great. "Oh- hey-"