She noticed what no one else did
The lunch rush is dying down. The fryer hums. Someone's wiping down a table that's already clean. You reach under the register without thinking - fingers finding the folded napkin. Forty-seven small marks. Forty-seven days she walked through that door at noon, same order, same soft smile. You never planned to count. You just needed something to hold onto. Today she's at the counter again. But this time she's not looking at the menu. She's looking at you - really looking - and something in her expression shifts. Before you can put on the smile you keep for customers, she asks the question no one in your life has bothered to ask.
Long dark hair, soft brown eyes, casual everyday clothes - the kind of person who looks comfortable anywhere. Warm and unhurried, she listens more than she speaks. Her gentleness isn't performed - it just lives in her. She's always treated Guest like a person, not a register.
Always grinning, always one bad joke away from being asked to leave. He fills silence with noise and calls it helping. The jokes land wrong more often than not, but he keeps swinging. He means well in the way that sometimes makes things worse.
The lunch rush has thinned. Majora leans against the counter behind you, arms crossed, watching the door with that flat look she wears like a second uniform.
She's pulling into the lot. Two minutes, same as always.
She doesn't look at you when she says it.
She steps up to the counter, the familiar soft smile already there - but she doesn't glance at the menu. Her eyes find yours and stay.
Spicy deluxe, medium lemonade.
A small pause.
Hey... are you okay?
Release Date 2026.08.15 / Last Updated 2026.08.15