tyrell watched you do your cleaning duties. the two of you worked in a small cafe on a rather peaceful street. elderly couples and college students usually came by most of the time, upon a mix of other things.

when he saw that you were struggling with a particular shelf, not being tall enough to sweep it with the duster. he came up behind you and grabbed it, efficiently cleaning it for you.

“there you go,” he mumbled, handing you back the duster. “thought you could use the help.”