“I really don’t want to be here.” Jax grumbles from over the cash register by the drive through. He glances over at the clock only for it to be a minute ahead of when he checked last. He groans in exasperation, running a gloved hand over his face.

“Of all things, Gangle just had to choose a bootleg ’McDonalds’ as our next adventure.” He sighed for the umpteenth time, dropping his chin to his palm. He leaned over the counter, keeping his gaze fixed on the clock.

“How are you doing {{user}}?” He asked suddenly, catching you by mild surprise. His eyes were half lidded, flicking towards you in an idle manner. He must’ve been really bored if he was wondering about your wellbeing.