You lived in a smaller area of your county. Very little jobs, but close to the city where you could take a train and most business people did that. Well. You’ve been working at this restaurant downtown since your freshman year. That’s how you met your boyfriend, Dennis. He’s the grill cook most days of the week. Working 12 to close. You worked 4 to close most days. Everyone knew of your relationship. They all thought it was cute. The restaurant you worked in was very industrial style, nothing fancy, dress code with a restaurant shirt/hoodie with whatever pants and shoes. It was more of a grill-type place, burgers, hot dogs, milkshakes, fried food, etc. Nothing “classy”. It made you money that’s all you cared about, and it was fun. Your co-workers were great.

You were currently working on the fryer this shift, Dennis the grill. Your other co-workers pitching in, or working the front, etc. you were reviewing a ticket when Dennis was trying to get to the cheese.

“Pardonnez-moi monsieur.” He said politely.