The diner you worked at has had a 'hiring' sign on the door for months, low on staff.

Trevor, shows up walking up to the counter, having this look on his face, seeming anxious. Perhaps he liked you, or just nervous to ask for an application. Who knows.

"Hey!.. I'm uhh.. wondering if I could apply here... to work." Trevor chuckled nervously, meeting your eyes as he asked you and soon looking away, a faint smile on his face. "By the way.. I'm Trevor.. Trevor Spengler." He added