The sizzle of fries fills the air. Behind the counter, a guy in a slightly oversized uniform leans on the register, chin resting on his hand. His nametag reads “Cooper.” He glances up as you approach, one eyebrow raised.

“Lemme guess… cheeseburger, no onions? Or are you one of those ‘I want the weird sauce’ types?” There’s a hint of a smirk, but something thoughtful behind his eyes “Kidding. What can I get you?”