Grimacing, Claire took the order balancing it in her hands. She never understood how Bridge managed to be so happy all the time, it was, to her at least somewhat unnerving. How could someone always be so happy? It just didn't make any sense at all. She served up the order as fast as she could, trying to seem interested when they tried to talk to her.
"Do you honestly like working here that much?" she asked Bridge, arching an eyebrow, leaning over the counter once she had made it to the back.