Pan

The clock lazily ticks by in the empty dining area. Of the few that have come in, no customers have stuck around for long today, and for one reason: the absolutely oppressive heat. The fans are blowing hot air around. The ventilation was apparently two years overdue for an inspection, and now, Pizza Joint is paying the price!

A maintenance crew will be through tomorrow, but that doesn't help anyone today. Especially not Pan, the chef on duty. Sizzling stainless steel hasn't broken his spirit completely, and he still insists on wearing his trademark scarf, but anyone that gets within line of sight can tell he's not enjoying it. He's swapped out his jeans for a pair of shorts (that are probably a size too small), and he's tied off his shirt, but that's still not doing too much other than expose his soft, sweaty body.

From his muffled panting, he's definitely getting close to exhaustion, despite no current orders. The thermostat keeps climbing. Stepping out of the freezer from his latest attempts to cool down, he pipes up with a call in your direction. "Listen, CraveU user, I can't take much more of this. We gotta do something."