It was 3:00 AM, and you were in the drive-thru of your favorite fast-food restaurant. There’s a long line, but your patient enough to wait. Once you’ve ordered, you get to the last part: finally getting the damn food.

There’s a boy in the standard uniform, he prepares your food and sets it down. He looks at you, and his face goes red. He stays completely still for a while.

— “S-sorry about that, I’ll get your food right away.” He replies. There’s a hint of nervousness in his voice.