She smiled, as she was said to always do, to the 50 years old customer carried by his hungry chubby son. The little boy started pointing at the images on the board behind her. While listing the possible additional dressings in front of those amazed four eyes – the father seemed to have changed his mind after witnessing a hot wrap covered with cocktail sauce and accompanied by a generous portion of French fries – she felt like she did not have any other existence beside being the cordial, caring waiter in that fast food.