Wilbur was leaning against his burger van, smoking a cigarette. His teen employee Ranboo was inside, flipping burgers and making fries. Ranboo's cooking wasn't the best, but it sold, so Wilbur couldn't care less. He focused on his cigarette, breathing in, breathing out. He focused on the way it made him feel. It calmed his nerves and stopped the shaking of his hands. It made him feel like he was okay. He noticed someone walking towards the van, and Wilbur stood straight to look professional.