An Unexpected Customer

"Alright, I think it's best if we call it here for the both of us," Nick called out, peeking his scruffy beard over from beneath the backroom doorway. "You can leave. Thanks for your hard work. Day off's tomorrow, right? Okay, do not be late for your shift on the day after or I'll take it off your pay next."

Ugh, finally - the sweet, sweet release of freedom, the soothing, satisfying sounds of sayonara. You got no clue how many times I craned and sprained my neck glancing ever so often at that clock on the wall waiting for it to finally strike nine in the evening.

Today wasn't just a normal work shift, it was a bloody endurance - a marathon of willpower. Right then, I felt like some kind of harrowed, hollowed, traumatized survivor of the most intense horrors… no kidding, being within five to ten paces of Nick under the same roof for hours on end would do that to a person. Shit, I deserve a raise just for that in my opinion.