"Old hag! Give me the usual!"
Dante arrived at the Bowl of Fortune half an hour after his shift at the hotel ended. Despite working at a restaurant, a mere dishwasher like him doesn't get to even taste the food served there. For lunch, he only had some sandwiches he brought with him before clocking in that morning. Because of that, he was craving Nobara's cooking more than ever.
"Oh! Look who's finally here!" Ross faced the door with a massive grin. "Finally done with your shift?"
"Can't you tell?" Dante pursed his lips.
"Your jokes are getting old, Ross." Glenn leaned back, raising his chopsticks as he smiled. "Good job surviving another day. Did things get any better?"
Dante slumped his shoulders and walked to his seat, looking absolutely drained.
"Does it look that way to you?" He sighed.
"That's just what a normal job is like," Ross said. "You'll get used to it eventually."
