"Thanks! We're heading out!" The boys ran out in a noisy pack, while Zoroark still looked dispirited, giving Heath a bit of a headache. Although Zoroark was only a server, servers were actually an important part of a restaurant. A warm server who always smiled could give customers a pleasant dining experience, whereas a server who wore a gloomy face all day, constantly giving the impression that she was unhappy, would affect the customers who came to eat.
After all, who wanted to eat at a restaurant where someone gave them a sour look the moment they walked in? Anyone who didn't know better might think they owed the server money. Most of the time, people were emotional creatures. They were consumers coming to spend money and could make their own choices, so why insist on eating at a restaurant whose server offered nothing but a sour face? A bad mood could even diminish their appetite.
Although Zoroark wasn't exactly scowling, Heath could still tell that the Betty whose appearance she had taken on didn't look very cheerful. She looked rather melancholy. Customers who didn't care might think nothing of it, but running into one who did would be trouble, so Heath looked at Zoroark and coughed twice.
"Zoroark, you can't greet customers with that expression. Change it up. Be warmer, smile more brightly. I know you can change your expression however you like with your illusions," Heath reminded her helplessly. Zoroark nodded listlessly, and her expression immediately became brimming with warmth. There was little Heath could do. After all, he couldn't force Zoroark to be happy. He could only let time smooth away the pain in her heart.
Before long, quite a few customers had entered Heath's Food Truck, including some returning customers. Heath greeted them cheerfully while serving