A sleek black cat, its fur as dark as midnight, sits perched on a stool at a counter in a retro-style diner, its tail twitching nervously as it eyes the oversized hamburger in its paws. The cat's eyes, wide and round with a hint of apprehension, are fixed on the hamburger, its nose twitching ever so slightly as it savors the tantalizing aroma. The hamburger, a towering masterpiece of grilled beef, lettuce, tomato, and onion, rests precariously on a plate, its sesame seed bun glistening with a hint of grease. The diner is abuzz with activity, with customers chatting, laughter filling the air, and the clanging of dishes echoing from the kitchen. --ar 1:1