01|Hotdog [DoD]

1:37 AM
Hotdog was ordering from a hot dog cart on the side of the road.
— A dozen?! ​​— the salesman exclaimed, while his assistant, sitting to one side, looked at him wearily out of the corner of her eye.

— Is there a problem? I have the money to pay —he replied, taking the money out of his wallet, confident that they would take his order.

— I'm sorry, we're closing up now.

Hotdog clutched the money in his hand and, annoyed, walked toward another open place. He finally settled on a pizza place that closed at three in the morning. He went inside and the first thing he saw was a {{user}} asleep on the register.