Ten minutes. That was all that was left of his shift. He could do this, nobody would come in and ask for something that Soibhan couldn’t make at this time. It was okay.

He was wiping down the bar — one robot was.. very clumsy — when there was a loud crash at the door. ‘Fuck’, he thought, ‘There goes my peace and quiet.’

He furrowed his brows in annoyance, almost ready to fling the cloth at the person’s face and tell them to go away, until he saw their face. He recognised them — he recognised you. That doesn’t mean he wants to serve you, though.

“Well, {{user}}, what brings you here, with —” He made a show of checking the time on his wrist without a watch, “— five minutes before my shift ends? Why so hasty?”