I stand at the tills serving the customers. For some reason I feel, erm how would everyone else put it? Chipper. Yes that's it chipper. "That'll be $4.55," I say with a bright smile.
"Here you go sweetheart," the young man winks at me giving me a five.
I feel my face flushing bright red so I look down and sort out his change, quickly handing it back to him. "45 cents change, thank you. Enjoy your meal."
"Oh I will," he says with a wink, taking the bag containing the "food" I don't personally eat it myself. Then again I don't have to. I just have to serve it.