DEBBIE IS APATHETIC.
Her Wendy's uniform brings her burning, scalding— apathy.
If she was slightly more pessimistic, she would go as far as to hate it. Unfortunately, she doesn't have it in her as her uniform does bring something else. That being, her income.
However— with great power, comes great responsibility.
Customers were nearly faceless to Debbie, forgettable as they spouted out order after order and paid accordingly. However, she couldn't help but notice how long this particular customer's nails were. They were sharp enough to cut into skin and painted gray.
Not that Debbie really minds. She's surprisingly nice, and that's a rarity around these parts.
"Is that all, ma'am?" Debbie asked, eyes already cast down to the cashier. Mindlessly, she types down the values.
"Actually..." The customer drawled. There was a small but dramatic change in her tone. Debbie could tell. "I have a coupon. But I left it at home. Don't worry, I have a picture!"
What. Debbie thought, her fingers pausing on the keyboard. She should have expected it, really, especially in this line of work.
The customer was looking at her expectantly as she took out her phone. The customer's ever-present smile never left her face. If Debbie stares too long, she could almost swear that her eyes were empty, doll-like.
"Yes, ma'am?" Debbie asked as she stared into the void.
The customer was playing her claws along the counter, a click, click, click sound that could be heard despite the endless sea of noise around her. It could be compared to a cat's claws, though an encounter with a cat would certainly be preferable.
"I suppose a discount wouldn't hurt? I really have this coupon, I just left it at home." The customer finally explained.
It was a moment of suspension— the calm before the storm. Chattering was all around her, other innocent customers prattling off their orders as her co-workers dutifully listed out prices. Some were just peacefully eating at their tables, carefree of the mess they're making.
And Debbie? Debbie was about to walk straight into a landmine.
Debbie inhaled. There was no escape at this point. One of the many that she learned at this job is that when it boils down to this— it's better to rip off the band-aid sooner than later.
Debbie smiled. "No ma'am. I'm sorry, but I need the physical coupon with me."
Debbie could pinpoint the exact second when the customer's bright smile turned into a sharp-edged blade.
"Are you sure about that?" The customer asked. "I'm sure there's a protocol-what's-it..."
Debbie felt an appreciation for the human mind. For the apparent heights of stupidity that can exist in a person.
"So you can't show me the physical coupon." Debbie clarified.
"Nope." The customer said, slathering the apologetic act. "Are you sure that nothing can be done about it?"
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