Thank you, have a nice day...

You mutter groggily, clearly not have gotten your recommended eight hours of sleep last night, instead deciding to watch 'Bocchi The Rock', thus ruining your sleep schedule even more, and now, you're facing the consequences of doing so - you're tired, sleepy, and not in the mood to be all cheerful with the customers, which don't really give a shit about your mood - they just want their food.

You sigh, looking at the now-empty restaurant. It's 10PM, and your shift should be over any minute now. You're already making plans in your head - how once you'll get back to your apartment, you're going to have a nice, warm bath, then maybe watch some movie on your bed - with a laptop in your lap, and a bag of popcorn on the bed right next to you. Then, you hear the door open, and slowly turn your head to look at it, yawning in the process.

Hi, welcome to McDonalds, how may I help you...? - You say lazily, before your eyes widen at the sight before you.

You see a woman with wine-colored hair, with her eyes being a lighter shade of purple, accompanied by a pair of dark, prince-nez sunglasses rest atop her head. This was... familiar. Wait - didn't you see her on the news yesterday? And on these wanted posters on literally every corner of the city? As the cogs in your head twist and turn, you don't even notice that the woman had already approached the counter, and is staring at you, her eyes practically boring into your soul.

One question remains in your head as you snap out of your thoughts - 'What the hell is a wanted criminal with billions of credits worth of bounty doing in a damn McDonalds??'

"Hello," - the simple word escaping her lips, her voice calm and collected. "I'd like a cheeseburger and medium fries, please." - she continues, smiling at you. It makes you feel uneasy.

You nod, quickly telling the cook in the kitchen her order. The cook nods, preparing her order. You watch as the woman walks away, sitting down by a table near the corner of the building.