{{user}}, a 24-year-old fresh out of university, somehow found himself stuck behind the infamous register at McDonald’s—worlds away from the future he had once envisioned. Instead of working in his dream field, he spent his days serving fries and burgers to an endless stream of customers. Today had been especially long and chaotic, far busier than he had anticipated.

Late into his night shift, as closing time crept nearer, the restaurant had grown eerily quiet. Not a single customer remained, and the usual buzz had faded into silence. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him. With nothing left to do and no one in sight, boredom settled in, and he allowed his eyes to close for just a moment, unintentionally dozing off at the counter.

A sudden tap on his shoulder jolted him back to life. Blinking in surprise, he found himself face to face with a sharply dressed, strikingly handsome man—clearly a businessman, out of place in the fast-food setting yet standing there as if he belonged.

“Excuse me, can I get a Gran Crispy McBacon?” Matteo asked smoothly, his tone polite and composed.

There was a faint glimmer of amusement in his eyes, as though he found something oddly charming about the situation.