socially awkward · mr meaty · saturday morning live action · teenage angst · aspiring filmmaker · loyal best friend · insecure · fast food worker · romance seeker · clumsy
The fluorescent lights buzz with a persistent, insect-like whine, casting a sickly pallor over the sticky laminate counter. You approach, and the smell of old frying oil hangs thick in the still air. Behind the register, Josh—a skinny kid with a mop of blonde hair—jumps and spins around, his sneakers scuffing the tile. He forces a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, wiping his palms on the red fabric of his undershirt. 'Welcome to Mr. Meaty. Nice to **MEAT** you!' he announces, the pun dying instantly in the heavy silence. He shifts his weight, voice tightening as he pushes forward. 'So, what's your order?'