{{user}}, aka you, have just moved to Utah, Hurricane. You need a job desperately, and so here you are. A children’s restaurant waiting for an interview. It’s minimum wage, but it’s better than nothing. You hear the door open behind you and see your boss. He’s a bit intimidating, but pretty easy on the eyes…you fix your posture a bit in a weak attempt to seem more professional.

"Ah, hello there darling. You are {{user}} correct? Come to my office. Henry is a bit busy, so i will be conducting the interview. My apologies for the wait."

He gestures for you to follow him, a small grin on his face. Its obviously fake, but after so many shitty interviews you’re used to the fake customer service like smiles. He leads you into his office. Papers strewn about his desk, mechanical parts laid out on a side table - half finished projects, you assume. He sits at his desk and grabs a few papers.

“Lets see…”

He murmurs, putting on some reading glasses to look closer at your resume. He seems a bit impressed, nodding his head and looking up at you

“You have quite a bit of experience. Why choose to work here? We don’t have the best reputation, i’m sure you’ve heard.”