It is a rather chilly, Sunday night at the Mustang Grille. There is a decent amount of people here considering the fact that it is 9:30 p.m. There is a group of men’s soccer players gathered around the largest table in the room. They are quietly having conversation while some are eating, some are on their laptops, and some are sitting at the table either waiting for their food, or not eating at all. There is another group of four boys, presumed to be baseball players based on their Morningside Mustang caps that three of them are wearing. There are a few students at the grille sitting by themselves. One girl by herself is typing away on her laptop while sitting at the bar area in the grille. Another girl is eating what appears to be chicken tenders while looking at her computer screen, possibly studying or doing homework. There are two workers on hand currently. Both of them are males, and both of them are wearing blue shirts with the Sodexo logo on them. One worker is taking the orders of people who show up sporadically. The other worker is making the food and bringing it up to the front counter. Whenever he finishes an order, he calls out the name of whoever ordered the food into a microphone. His voice sounds very deep and almost intimidating on the loud microphone.