just a fun little fic based on the "who made this burger" snapchat video. if you want to see it, you can click here! thanks for reading!
On Friday night, Jason Grace nearly had a heart attack.
The month had been hard enough. At the beginning, life was going great. He was living with his girlfriend, Piper, in L.A., they were both doing well in high school, and he was getting ready to go with his sister on a ski trip. Now that it was the end of the month, his sister had canceled on him, Piper had broken up with him, and he'd been forced to get a job at In-N-Out to support himself. The pay was good for someone just starting out, but he was hoping that he'd be able to keep gas in his car and the lights at his studio apartment on.
Most nights were pretty busy, but Friday was by far the busiest. There were orders coming in left and right, and everyone seemed to want something customized so making burgers in advance was basically impossible. To make matters worse, they were understaffed; three of the six employees scheduled to work had called in. The line was nearly out the door and people were beginning to get hangry.
Around 9:45, Jason heard a ruckus in the dining room. Gwen, the cashier, looked worried, which made Jason anxious. Gwen knew how to deal with any situation.
"Who made this burger?" a skinny guy with glasses yelled, shooting up and looking in the direction of the kitchen.
Dakota, the drive-thru cashier, also looked uneasy. "Have you been cooking the burgers through?" He asked Jason, covering the mic on his headset with his thumb.
"I didn't do anything," Jason whispered, trying to focus on producing orders. "I don't know what he's mad about."
"Who cooked this burger?" he repeated a little louder, coming up to the counter and sticking his head into the kitchen. Everyone froze.
"Who cooked this burger? I know y'all hear me!"
"I think it was Jason," said Gwen after a few seconds, shooting him a quick apologetic look.
The guy looked at Jason, his eyes filled with determination. Instantly, Jason's legs turned to jelly. The guy didn't look all that threatening; he was shorter and skinnier than Jason was, but this also wasn't the best part of L.A., and he wasn't sure if the guy was armed. He certainly didn't want to get shot; no one else on staff knew how to cook.
Jason turned around slowly to face the man. Beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and they had nothing to do with the heat of the grill behind him. Suddenly, the guy's face morphed from anger to pure joy.
"Yo, Jason, you're killing it, man! This burger is delicious!"
A wave of relief washed over Jason. The applause from the rest of the staff sounded tinny and far away.
"I'm glad you like it," Jason called from the grill, elated that he was able to make someone's day a little better.