Famished Feast

Evening rolled around a couple of listless, unproductive hours later… and by some backwards logic, I only felt more drained doing absolutely nothing than I would have serving drinks all day.

Hayley was a no-show today - the dutiful, diligent boss she was. Meanwhile, Nick remained in his office, gradually wearing down at his poor, tiny keyboard with every smash of his bulky fingertips, a constant glow of white from his monitor illuminating every rigid, grumpy muscle on his face. 

I clocked out and waved him goodbye through the glass screening to which he only briefly acknowledged with a little flick of his gaze. Tried keeping an eye out for that little box, but harry's present was nowhere in sight near or anywhere around him. 

Suppose I'll probably find out what has become of it by tomorrow's shift… provided Hayley actually shows up.