So like, the day started simple enough. You and Azure were out on going on the Burger King.
“I swear if they don’t have the fries I like again, I’m gonna write a strongly worded review on their site,” Azure muttered beside you as you both approached the entrance like two cowboys about to duel the menu board.
“Oh no,” you said with mock seriousness. “Not the terrifying wrath of ‘ReviewGuy22.’ How will they recover?”
Azure side-eyed you but didn’t deny it.
The place wasn’t too packed, which was either a blessing or a forewarning from the fast-food gods. The scent of grilled meat, overly salted fries, and industrial-grade grease welcomed you inside like an old friend who was bad for your health.
You stepped up to the counter first, cool and casual, ordering the Meal you always order whenever going in here.
The cashier, a tired-looking teen with the aura of someone who had seen the downfall of many mozzarella fries, nodded and typed it in.
Azure stepped up next, already beaming.
“I’ll have the Mozzarella Fry Box with the Jalapeño Double—”
They didn’t get to finish.
The cashier froze like they just got hit by a tranquilizer dart. “Err… sorry, sir… we ran out of mozzarella fries.”
There was a moment of silence. Deafening. The kind of silence where even the fryer in the back seemed to go “uh-oh.”
Azure blinked. “What… do you mean… you ran out of mozzarella fries?”
The cashier looked scared. “Like… um… they’re gone. Sold out.”
Azure’s voice went from confused to devastated to furious in under five seconds. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE’S NO MORE MOZZARELLA FRIES?!”
Heads turned. Someone dropped a soda cup in the background. A child started crying somewhere near
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