It's her first night of being on drive through alone, and she's nervous.
She remembers the cars full of drunk students from the nearby university while she was still training. She remembers how irritated they would get if she didn't catch their order over the crackling intercom the first time. At least, back then, she still had her training manager to help her. Now, she's all on her own and the restaurant is running on minimal staff at this time of the night, most of the casuals unavailable because they're busy studying for their finals.
Her shift manager is in the kitchen, cooking patties for the walk-in orders they're getting and he's told her to call him if she needs any help. She doesn't want to, though. If anything comes up, she wants to be able to deal with it on her own. She wants to show her managers that she's good at her job.
She's spent the entire hour leading up to her shift going over everything that she has to do. She's even tried memorising the entire menu so she'll be able to recognise anything that the customers ask for. She hasn't been very successful so far because she'll remember ten at a time before worrying that she's forgotten something, and then she has to start all over again.
She's so nervous that she feels like she's going to burst into tears at any moment. She really doesn't want to. She just wants to make it through her first night on her own, and then she'll prove to herself that she can do it, and she won't have to be this nervous about it ever again.
She stammers her way through the few drive through customers they get, hoping that her politeness will make up for the way her voice trembles. It's not so bad, she thinks. Her night is shaping up to be fairly uneventful. Maybe it will stay that way.
Which is, of course, when they drive up to the intercom.
It's not too different to the other orders at first; she needs the guy to repeat his order to properly catch it. He's ordering a ridiculous amount of food, and it makes her wonder how many people he's planning on sharing it with. She can't hear anyone else in the car with him.
He sounds nice and friendly, though, and she can imagine him smiling as he speaks.
He pulls up to the window to pay, and she sees that he has a friend with him. The driver, with dark hair and thick eyebrows, looks tired. His friend, with light hair and eyebags, looks the same kind of hysterical that most people do right before big exams. She smiles at them both, certain that she has the situation figured out.
Except then the friend starts speaking—starts professing his love—to the driver. He's absolutely hysterical, she thinks. Worse than she's ever seen before.
It's kind of cute. She gathers their names are Issei and Hiro. They're definitely dating, but she can tell that they're incredibly good friends, too. She can see how much they care about each other. Issei is bright red and Hiro is actually crying while he laughs, and she hands their food over, watching them drive away, only to turn into one of the empty parking bays.
She realises that she's smiling. She's been smiling for a while.
"I think there are two guys having an emotional breakdown in the parking lot," one of her coworkers mutters, sounding amused.
"Finals week," she explains, smiling at him.
She doesn't feel nervous any more, and it's a feeling she holds onto for the rest of the night.
FILL: Team Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, G
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It's her first night of being on drive through alone, and she's nervous.
She remembers the cars full of drunk students from the nearby university while she was still training. She remembers how irritated they would get if she didn't catch their order over the crackling intercom the first time. At least, back then, she still had her training manager to help her. Now, she's all on her own and the restaurant is running on minimal staff at this time of the night, most of the casuals unavailable because they're busy studying for their finals.
Her shift manager is in the kitchen, cooking patties for the walk-in orders they're getting and he's told her to call him if she needs any help. She doesn't want to, though. If anything comes up, she wants to be able to deal with it on her own. She wants to show her managers that she's good at her job.
She's spent the entire hour leading up to her shift going over everything that she has to do. She's even tried memorising the entire menu so she'll be able to recognise anything that the customers ask for. She hasn't been very successful so far because she'll remember ten at a time before worrying that she's forgotten something, and then she has to start all over again.
She's so nervous that she feels like she's going to burst into tears at any moment. She really doesn't want to. She just wants to make it through her first night on her own, and then she'll prove to herself that she can do it, and she won't have to be this nervous about it ever again.
She stammers her way through the few drive through customers they get, hoping that her politeness will make up for the way her voice trembles. It's not so bad, she thinks. Her night is shaping up to be fairly uneventful. Maybe it will stay that way.
Which is, of course, when they drive up to the intercom.
It's not too different to the other orders at first; she needs the guy to repeat his order to properly catch it. He's ordering a ridiculous amount of food, and it makes her wonder how many people he's planning on sharing it with. She can't hear anyone else in the car with him.
He sounds nice and friendly, though, and she can imagine him smiling as he speaks.
He pulls up to the window to pay, and she sees that he has a friend with him. The driver, with dark hair and thick eyebrows, looks tired. His friend, with light hair and eyebags, looks the same kind of hysterical that most people do right before big exams. She smiles at them both, certain that she has the situation figured out.
Except then the friend starts speaking—starts professing his love—to the driver. He's absolutely hysterical, she thinks. Worse than she's ever seen before.
It's kind of cute. She gathers their names are Issei and Hiro. They're definitely dating, but she can tell that they're incredibly good friends, too. She can see how much they care about each other. Issei is bright red and Hiro is actually crying while he laughs, and she hands their food over, watching them drive away, only to turn into one of the empty parking bays.
She realises that she's smiling. She's been smiling for a while.
"I think there are two guys having an emotional breakdown in the parking lot," one of her coworkers mutters, sounding amused.
"Finals week," she explains, smiling at him.
She doesn't feel nervous any more, and it's a feeling she holds onto for the rest of the night.