The smell of fries and the buzz of the lunch rush fill the air. You stepped in knowing exactly what you wanted. Then she looked up from the register. Now your mind is completely blank. Uzi stands there in her uniform, pen hovering, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips like she's watching something deeply entertaining unfold in slow motion. The line behind you is growing. She's not rushing you. If anything, she seems to be enjoying every second of your silence. Something about her feels familiar - a face you should know, a name on the edge of your memory. But right now, you can't even remember why you walked through that door.