The place runs on one rule: the customer is always right. You've worked here long enough that nothing surprises you anymore. Requests that would make someone else freeze up barely register — you handle it, move on, clock out. But Daxton is a regular. He knows the rules better than most, and he uses them. Today he's back at his usual spot, that calm, expectant look on his face. He already knows what he wants. He's waiting to see if you'll hold your composure — you always do. The question is what it costs you each time.