"Just let me know if you need any help!" Matthew's boss, John Smith said, turning on his heel and heading off somewhere in the kitchen. Matthew sighed. He didn't want to have to work here, but he really had no choice. He needed the money. Maple gets expensive. So here he found himself, standing behind the cash register, clad in the Taco Bell uniform. The unfortunate and awkward part of this is that Taco Bell happened to be his brother's second favourite place to eat, behind the clogged artery called McDonald's. He sighed again. And here comes the one person he'd like to see here the least. A feeling of dread washed over him as he was drowned in shame.
"Hi Mattie!"
"Don't call me that," the younger of the two said in his hushed, naturally quiet voice. The elder boy seemed to ignore that.
"I just thought I'd see how my little brother was doing on his first day on the job!"
Matthew sighed, once again. He wasn't even two hours younger than his brother. Alfred said something gibberish about being a hero, and began ordering, ending up with seven tacos total. (How is that humanly possible?) Matthew managed to get his order down correctly, and give the right amount of change back.
"Why don't you go on your lunch break?"
"I just started working not even ten minutes ago..."
"Okay! Come sit with me!" The Canadian rolled his eyes.
"By that, I meant that I can't take my lunch break now."
"Not even for me? The hero?"
"No, not even for you."
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