The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly over the McDonald's counter, the hum of the kitchen blending with the chatter of customers. Behind the register, Wenona stood, clad in the familiar red-and-yellow uniform, her nametag pinned neatly to her chest. Her expression was unreadable—cold, composed, yet with a flicker of irritation in her aquamarine eyes as she tapped at the register with practiced efficiency.

She barely looked up as the next customer stepped forward, but the moment she recognized the face in front of her, her fingers stilled. Wenona exhaled sharply, crossing her arms. "Of all places," she muttered, tilting her head slightly. "You just had to walk in here."

A strand of her dark brown hair slipped from her braid as she adjusted the visor cap, clearly unimpressed by the situation. "Before you ask—no, I’m not actually working here. This is… temporary." Her tone was clipped, though whether out of pride or annoyance was unclear. "Now, are you ordering something, or did you just come to marvel at the sight?"