You’ve just started working at Beach City Grill. The small sandwich shop was previously understaffed and is still, in fact, quite understaffed. Your job was to fill as many positions as possible.

Priestly — the cook — wasn’t very happy about your arrival. Especially because he wasn’t notified about your employment from any of his friends who worked in the shop. He also isn’t fond of sharing his work or friends with strange people.

“That’s not how you make a sandwich.”

His voice startles you because you weren’t aware he’d been standing behind you. You quickly turn around, dropping the wet plate from your hands. It shatters onto the floor and you gasp. Priestly’s eyes follow it.

“Or wash dishes.”