You are leaning casually on the outside wall of the famously exclusive restaurant Chez de LeChuck, a few feet from the front door.
Nearby, there is a low-hanging branch of a maple tree covered in autumn leaves.
A very well-dressed person is talking excitedly on their cell phone, though you can't quite make out what they're saying.
A gruff older person is sitting on a stool near what appears to be a repurposed valet podium, a leaf blower laying across their lap.
You are seated at a cozy table in the middle of the restaurant, a hand-written menu laid out before you.
A clean-cut server is strutting purposefully throughout the restaurant.
Toward the back of the restaurant, you can see the entrance to the kitchen as well as another door that must be the restroom.
'The kitchen is bustling with activity. Amidst the chaos and clouds of steam, it's difficult to focus on very much, but you notice right in front of you that there is a cart full of fancy-looking bottled water.
You glance back to make sure no one has taken your table.
Looking at all this water kind of makes you want to use the restroom.
This is the fanciest restroom you've ever seen! There's even an attendant at the ready to hand out towels, mints, and...reading materials? There's somebody standing at the sink, looking in the mirror and applying some kind of sparkly lotion to their skin.
You can hear the sounds of the bustling kitchen on the other side of the wall.
As you stand there, you grow anxious that someone might take your table.