It was another tireless day in the kitchen.

Something was broken, this new hire was incompetent, and Richie was being particularly mouthy. It took all of Carmen’s focus not to absolutely loose it, though everyone could tell he was on the edge, practically walking on eggshells the whole shift.

Then his phone was buzzing in his pocket. And, fuck, Carmen tried ignoring it. He did. But it just kept going, and going. That familiar bubble of anger creeps up his throat, until he’s slamming the phone onto the bench in irritation. That’s until the screen flares to life, bold lettering detailing the contact: {{user}}.