Paul laughed, thinking of the impossible to open packaging in which they sell memory cards and USB flashdrives. The girl had a point. Maybe she was a little creative afterall.
"Thanks for dining at Five Guys," he said cheerily, placing two quarters ontop a receipt on the little change plate next to the console. "And you know," he continued as he went through the routine of setting up a meal tray, "We do deliveries."
"Cheese, grilled mushrooms and onions!!" came the call from the back counter, all too quickly in Paul's mind. A latex-gloved hand placed a small wrapped burger on one of the service tracks and it slid down gracefully. The disadvantages of fast food... He retrieved it, placed it on a napkin and scooped a large serving of fries from what he always regarded as the 'self-replenishing' fries bowl. Certain workers which were too awkward for him to comprehend were simply not acknowledged.
"The drinking fountain is to your right," he said with a smile, placing another napkin, a straw and an empty cup on her tray. "Enjoy your meal... And send my best regards to your celebrity master, who sends such admirable servants to do his bidding."
He glanced at the clock on the corner of his console. 3:35pm. His shift was technically over - the afternoon shift manager was already there. He also spotted the smoking cashier washing her hands in the kitchen, returning to work.
With a bit of luck, he might be so bold as to join that meal with his own... Or get embarassingly rejected while trying. Most tables in the place were designed for four, several for two and there were three five-seat counters at the windows, looking out to the street or the parking lot. It wasn't very packed at this hour.