"What type of burger? Would you like onions? Would you like a fry or a drink? Here or to go? Total. Money. Here's your change. Have a nice day. Boom. Boom. Boom. Got it?"
I stare blankly at the cash register that Marcus is leaning against in his gray and blue uniform. Our shirts are basically the same but he wears a baseball hat while I sport a visor with our company logo on it.
When I announced that I was looking for a job, Marcus let me know that he was good friends with the manager at M-Burger and got me the job without so much as an interview. He only works here about once a week but, for some reason, they decided that he was the best person to train me.
I've now realized that the reason behind this and why I was hired so easily is their severe understaffing. There's a line starting to form to the door and Marcus and I are the only ones here.
"So how about when they pay with a credit card?" I ask.
"Press tender then credit. Then let them swipe the card there." He points to a dusty pin pad.
"Okay. Then what about-"
"Don't worry about it, Amelia. Here, take this first order. I'll watch."
The first customer in line is a middle-aged man who has been waiting for a good five minutes now. He's practically steaming by the time I beckon him to the register.
"Hi, how are you today?" I read off the script Marcus points at.
"Cheeseburger," the customer says, reaching for his wallet.
"Oh. Okay." I click the cheeseburger button. "Would you like onions on that?"
"Yes."
"Would you like fries with that?"
"Yes."
"Would you like a drink with that?"
"Yes."
As I add the items, I wonder why he didn't just order them all in the first place.
"Okay, so your total will be-"
"For here or to go," Marcus whispers into my ear. It tickles my neck and I whack him away.
"Will that be for here or to go?" I ask.
"To go."
"Okay, your total will be $7.22 please."
As I calculate the change, Marcus applauds loudly for me from the side, clearly unbothered by the growing line of customers.
"Look at that, Amelia. You're a natural."
"Shouldn't you be taking orders too?" I ask.
He peers at the line and shrugs.
"Marcus!"
"Fine," he says lazily. "Let me know if you need help."
As I turn back to my cash register, I know that Marcus is the last person on earth I will ever ask for help.
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The Stadium's Star [COMPLETE]
Teen FictionSEQUEL to THE COACH'S DAUGHTER. Complete. One fateful night changed it all. Since being thrown in each other's worlds, Amelia and Zack have jumped over hurdle after hurdle to maintain their relationship. After years of separation, the star student a...