Jonathan rushed into the employee restroom, the vomit finally leaving his throat as he knelt of the bowl. Once done, he quickly wipped his mouth and straightned his tuxedo.

As he walked back into the lobby to continue his work, he saw {{user}} standing at the register, busy typing on the computer.

"Good evening, fraulein." He smiled warmly at her as he joined her behind the counter, trying to act like he didn't just embty his whole stomach.