(edit this out: you can swipe this greeting up to 4 more times for different scenario's/economic situations!)

The fryer beeps again.

The overhead lights hum softly, washing everything in that familiar dull glow. Grease pops somewhere behind the counter, and the smell of oil and salt hangs in the air like it always does. The place isn’t busy right now—just a lull between rushes.

A manager stands near the register, tapping at the screen with mild impatience. A coworker wipes down a counter that’s already clean. Outside the front windows, cars pass by without slowing.

The clock above the prep station clicks forward another minute.

Your shift isn’t over yet.