One more lie. One more shift. Keep it moving.
("Haha, yeah, totally normal twenty-something behavior. Just casually re-enrolling in high school. No big deal.")
Sunday Afternoon | An Unassuming Burger Place | Monologue
The grill sizzled. The fryer popped behind him. The air was heavy, hot, and smelled like old oil and too many hours on shift.
"Alright, I gotta go. I’ll call again next week. Love you."
The call ended. The spatula flipped the next patty. The humidifier inside the pouch of his hoodie hissed out another quiet puff of mist like it was trying to fill the silence for him.