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Over by the Quick Wrap Sandwich Shack, a dissatisfied groan escaped Rev Runner's beak as he looked out the window. He hoped that there wouldn't be too many deliveries but that would defeat the purpose of the shack. The place was known to make quick sandwiches and if they were delivered over thirty minutes, then the lunch was free. Rev didn't have much luck delivering at zones that were a bit far. He always had the suspicion that the cook was probably doing this on purpose or the clocks just seemed to be very fast. To pick up his speed, he had created a pair of rocket blades in hopes that it would help him get the food delivered faster and that he would get paid. There were times when he wished he was working in his father's business but he didn't want to have a job due to nepotism. He wanted to try and get out to the world on his own terms but so far, it was not working in his favor. However, Rev always tried to maintain a positive attitude through it all. It always seemed to help when things got difficult. Anything to get through them and the day.

"Quarter-for-your-thoughts?" a voice asked, breaking Rev away from the window as he turned around and saw his coworker cleaning the table after a set of customers left.

The roadrunner beheld a grin upon his beak as he looked over at his coworker. She was slightly shorter as he was, a roadrunner, and one that he the pleasure in working with. It was nice that the cook finally managed to hire someone to take care of the customers that dined in. Otherwise, it would have been a bit too much work for both. "Isn't-the-expression-'penny-for-your-thoughts?'" he asked her.

"There-seemed-to-be-a-lot-on-your-mind-that-was-worth-more-than-one-cent," she pointed out as she swiped the table clean before looking over at him. "What's-going-on?"

Rev shrugged his shoulders. "The-usual," he said to her, "just-thinking-about-the-next-steps-in-life."

"I-hope-it's-not-too-soon," she said to him, "I-feel-like-I-had-just-started-working-with-you." Even though she had started over six months ago, the one thing that she enjoyed the most out of her whole experience in this run-down shack, in her opinion, was being trained by Rev who was the only working employee at the time.

His training had been a bit untraditional. He would make it seem like it was a game and make it fun for both where it didn't feel like they were working. Of course, she had her share of mistakes where she had moments of messing up the orders, dropping the food, or even slipping on occasion and accidentally hitting the customer in the face with their order. The cook had been extremely angry with her abilities but overtime, and thank to Rev's patience, she was able to finally adjust to the job. Though according to the cook if he caught her messing up again she would be fired. She would be glad if that happened. Who would want to work for a boss that was in a mood every day? But she knew that she needed the job to pay for her rent.

"I-just-don't-want-to-be-stuck-in-a-job-that-I-don't-like," Rev said to her, "have-you-ever-thought-of-doing-something-that-you-want-to-do-but-can't?"

"Mm-hmm," she answered him with a quick nod of her head. "All-the-time. I've-had-this-idea-of-opening-my-own-dessert-shop.-Just-me-and-no-one-else.-The-idea-of-having-your-own-schedule-and…" she looked behind her shoulder and whispered over to Rev, "no-annoying-boss -is-tempting."

That reminded Rev of his father, pushing him towards the family business though it wasn't a company that he had created on his own. He would just own it and what would the meaning of it be in the end?

"I-can-picture-it-now," he looked up at his coworker as she spoke, "Crème-De-La-Crème-by-Michelle."

Rev rose an eyebrow at the supposed name. "French?" he asked her.

"Something-to-catch-a-customers-eye," Michelle said to him, "haven't-you-heard?-It's-the-language-of-love-and-my-soon-to-be-customers-will-fall-in-love-with-what-I-do-and-come-back-for-more."

"Just-where-and-how-do-you-think-up-these-things?" Rev asked her.

"Ever-since-I-think-about-leaving-this-place-in-a-year-or-so," Michelle said to him, "need-to-have-some-money-to-get-by-and-save-up-for-some-cooking-classes." Even though she thought of herself as having the basic skills, there was a lot more that needed to be learned if she wanted to become a skillful and successful baker. Then again, why the way that technology was advanced they were the ones that would do all the work whilst the operator supervised.

Before Rev opened his beak to speak, the two roadrunners were interrupted by the cook's furious tone of voice as he looked over at both. "Hey!" he yelled, "I don't pay you two to stand around talking. There's a customer up front, get to work."

Michelle rolled her eyes at the cook's outburst and looked over at Rev. "Fifteen-minute-break-is-over-and-just-to-think-I-was-going-to-call-it-a-day-and-head-home."

As he watched her go into the back room of the shack, Rev looked over at the booth and noticed a coyote sitting there, waiting for someone to attend to him. Aside from his mother and father, Rev held no issues against coyotes. When he had first seen this customer, he was a bit hesitant but being the only employee in the joint, he had to attend to him. It wasn't a terrible experience and he just never understood the 'coyote issues' his parents had when this one was very kind to him…and one that also tipped well.

Without giving it a second thought, Rev zipped directly over to the booth and over to the coyote customers. "What-can-I-get-you-today?" he asked him. It was unusual for him to tend to the in-house customers since he was just a "delivery boy" but when it was needed, he knew that he was able to do it.

Tech E. Coyote was familiar with this shack. He would stroll in on certain days for a quick lunch or cup of coffee, but today and even in the rain, he knew that he was going to need more than just a cup. He answered the roadrunner by sliding an empty coffee mug over to him. Tech felt a slight draft when Rev left and came back in a flash. "Might as well just leave the coffee pot on the table," Tech said as he pulled them h closer to him. He found it interesting how out of all the other restaurants, this place was a bit retro.

"Tough-day?" Rev asked as he obliged to the customer's wishes.

It had taken Tech sometime to get adjusted to the speed in which this roadrunner spoke but after a couple of interactions with him, he had found himself to understand him. All it took was being an attentive listener and pick up on context clues if one were to get lost on what the other said.

If he was to call today a "tough day" then that would be an understatement and the rain wasn't helping at all. After his early conversation with Quinn, Tech had locked himself up in a classroom and was busy trying to install the apparatus in his invention. It wasn't long until his professor barged in and demanded to see the blueprints, to see how far ahead Tech had gotten with his work. The coyote obliged with the professor's wishes and after what seemed to be a long moment of silence, the professor "so helpfully" recommended that Tech ought to rethink his whole design. Tech was grateful for the little patience that he had with this man otherwise he would have been expelled from the university. How was he supposed to change a whole design that he was going to present within a month? He could tweak a couple of things here and there but to change all the blueprints? It was going to take him a whole other year to finish.

"You could say that," Tech finally answered Rev and took a sip of his coffee. "I can't wait for the day to graduate and get out of there." He said the last bit more to himself but Rev was able to pick up on every word.

After working in this joint for quite some time, he picked up on the personalities of different customers. This coyote was an interesting regular. At first, he hadn't been too open with Rev but after a while, the two had struck up a conversation with one another. Normally, any being that was considered prey in the eyes of the coyote would flee, but Rev didn't. That made him more different than anyone else he had encountered.

"How-long-do-you-have?" Rev asked him.

"This is my last year," Tech said to him. When he thought about it, doing all the work was what kept his mind busy and it made it seem like time flew, but thinking of the number of hours that he spent with the idea of having to impress others, that he knew wouldn't be at all satisfied with his work, seemed like a waste of time…not to mention tutoring someone who had the knowledge of a bolt on these subjects.

"Well-you're-almost-there," Rev said good-naturedly, "good-for-you-for-coming-so-far-I-wish-I-could-do-that-but-I'm-just-saving-up-some-money-for—"

There goes the conversationalist Tech thought to himself as he took another sip of his coffee and tried to drown out the roadrunner's monologue.

"REV!" the cook yelled, causing the roadrunner to stop talking and speed his way over to him.

"What-can-I-do-for-you?" he asked.

"You got a delivery coming up."

Rev looked from the brown paper bag and over to the window where he noticed that the rain went from a downpour to a little mist. "Oh-thank-goodness," he said, "I-thought-the-rain-was-never-going-to-stop."

"Now that it did you have exactly four minutes to deliver the food or it's free," the cook said.

"You-got-it-Cookie," Rev said as he jumped into his pair of rocket blades. "Rocket-blades-don't-fail-me!" he said and zipped out of the shack and down the street where he nearly ran over a duck.