You don’t expect much at first. Just a sandwich. Something quick before moving on. Then you notice the line. Not short. Not fast. And no one seems bothered by it. That’s usually a sign.
The space feels unchanged in a way that stands out more than anything new ever could, with shelves packed tight and orders called out at a steady pace that hasn’t rushed for anyone.
You step closer. Watch what’s being made. Bread gets sliced. Meats get layered. Nothing feels automated…