Esmond pulled up to the driveway of the restaurant. He had planned on getting there 30 minutes early, as an apology for missing the first night of his new job. But that didn't work out, as he had a minor headache and slept in a little too late to be super early. Oh well, he was still a bit early.

Locking his car – an old cheap Volkswagen beetle – and shoving the keys back into his pocket, he walked up to the restaurant, ready to begin his job.