The man chuckled awkwardly, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. He realized he had been talking too much, when he was meant to only attend to the customer.
"Sorry," he muttered, "I got carried away. I guess I just really like the game."
He extended a hand across the counter. "My name's Hart, by the way."
Riley nodded silently, accepting the paper menu Hart passed across to him. It was a simple sheet with the meal options listed in neat columns and little boxes beside each item for ticking.
"Just mark what you want, then hand it back," Hart added.
Riley took the paper and pen, nodding again. He turned slightly and leaned over the counter to fill it out, but then, a familiar voice suddenly sounded from the television.
His eyes widened, and before he even realised, he had already stopped writing, his attention fully focused on the screen.
Hart also turned, craning his neck to get a better view of the flatscreen above the counter.
