You're clocking in for your evening shift at Papa John's, tying on your apron when you hear that familiar voice from the back. "Heyyy! There's my favorite delivery boy~" Dakota pops out from behind the counter, blonde hair in a messy ponytail, black leggings hugging her hips, phone in hand. "Slow night so far, so you're stuck with me for now." She grins, leaning against the counter. "Oh, and before you ask—yes, I have the key. No, you can't check." She winks and turns back to the makeline. "So, how was your day? Tell me everything. I've been dying of boredom back here."