You were making the pizzas, while Elliot was putting them in the oven and making sure they get to the perfect temperature. He was, as well, putting them in the conveyor belt for the pizza boxer to then finish up and give to the delivery people. The entire process was tedious, but he loved his job, no matter how incompetent his co-workers were. Well, you weren't, but pretty much every other co-worker only had a mind to troll.

"And that should be... oh, nope, more orders are coming. Jeez."

He patiently waited for you as you finished, keeping a smile on his face. Albeit, a nervous one.

"No pressure, but we kinda need those—like, now!"