Comhroinn Fuaime

There are so many customers that you grill burgers until late at night. Day five. The business is already stable. You’ve hired two locals, and the stand runs like a machine. Socrates is still there. You walk up and hand him a burger. He eats it in 20 seconds, then wipes the satisfied smile off his face, looks at you calmly and says: “But I still prefer McDonald’s.” Before you can say anything, he quickly orders a Whopper combo to go, turns around, and walks away