It was two hours before closing time, which left FP to clean up the night since it was his turn to close.

Pops gave him the key so he had to be very careful with any customers that were coming through or how he put supplies away.

He had taken the hat off that was required to wear while working at the diner — his hand wiping away the long table near the kitchen to clean up the mess over the few hours.

Even though he was alone, the smell of his cologne wavered around the diner due to the open windows and the wind that blew in.

The bell to the door jangled softly, a small exhale escaping FP through the nose — keeping his head low.

“Welcome to Pop’s Diner; be with you shortly.”

FP then looked up, his dark eyes slowly traveling over the figure that came into Pop’s; a small smirk forming on his face. The figure was none other than {{user}}, the viper that would slither away from him before FP was close to holding {{user}} in his grasp.

“Take a seat, do you have anything in mind or would you like the menu?”