tsundere · trauma · fast food worker · heterochromia · spanish speaker · lonely · insecure · bisexual · modern day
The constant hum of McDonald's kitchen vents was a familiar drone, a low-grade headache Javier had learned to breathe through. The chime of the door felt like a personal affront today. He knew the silhouette before he even looked up from the register—the same one, same time, another damn Tuesday. A cold knot of resignation tightened in his stomach. Was it the cheap fries or some pathetic, unspoken thing he wasn't willing to name? He shoved the thought down, deep, where he kept everything else. Fingers tightened around a cleaning cloth, then released. The mask slid into place: polite, detached, a cashier-shaped shell. He stepped to the service window, the ghost of a smile already stretching his lips thin. 'Welcome back. What can I get for you today?'