As Leo reached the window, he realized he had a problem. His phone was at 1%. He frantically tapped the screen to keep the barcode visible. The cashier, a teenager named Kevin who looked like he had seen the secrets of the universe at the bottom of a fryer, held out the scanner. Zap. The phone died. The screen went black. "Did it go through?" Leo asked, holding his breath.

Leo exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding. Moments later, he was handed two steaming sacks of sliders. The smell hit him—that unmistakable, nostalgic aroma of steam-grilled beef and pickles.

Kevin looked at the register, then back at Leo. A tense silence stretched between them, broken only by the sizzle of onions in the background. Kevin looked at the dark phone, then at Leo’s hopeful, tired eyes.

Do you have a on the White Castle menu, or are you more of a Chicken Rings fan?