
my first franchise too
Breh walked in on his lunch break with a chip on his shoulder big as the 3 for $10 platter. From the jump, energy was off—loud, lookin’ around like the place owed him somethin’.
One of our regulars was sittin’ at the bar, mindin’ her business. He slid over, tryna charm her or somethin’, and when she wasn’t goin

: he got slick with the mouth. Next thing I know, drinks flyin’, words exchanged, and now he’s online talkin’ bout he got “attacked.”
Then to top it off, he say she had the “nerve” to ask him for a ride? Nah breh—you was the one lookin' thirsty, leanin’ in like you was tryna catch a number while your food got cold.