First Job. Second Cup. (Third Wheel).

I've been hired.
On the spot, as it were.
They gave me a t-shirt, and I left the establishment and walked around upstairs before realizing that I'd forgotten the t-shirt.
I'm attracted to the owner's daughter.
Not a good sign.
I start tomorrow.
I expect many scaldings, but that's nothing I didn't experience while cooking.
Lobsters don't actually scream when you boil them.
Their carapace does.