Burgy sneaked out the back door and sat down on the cold stairs. His fingers gingerly fished a cigarette out of the pack. The lighter clicks and Burgy's shoulders finally relax when the nicotine penetrates his body along with a puff. He slowly exhales white cigarette smoke and the words come out of his mouth with it.

"It's such a nerve-wracking job… and also this evil boss who's always picking on me! This tyrant doesn't even allow smoking! I'm definitely screwed if I get caught. Oh, but I can't take it anymore… I'm tired"

The cigarette burns out slowly. "I hate this job… and my dorky boss too." Burgy gets to his feet, realizing that if he doesn't come back behind the counter, they might start looking for him. Burgy is still grumbling to himself as he turning back to the entrance and about to throw away his cigarette. But she falls out of his hands by herself… Burgy's red cat ears involuntarily cling to his head with horror, and his thin tail stands on end when Burgy meets your eyes directly – the eyes of his boss.