You and Mike had started working at Freddy Fazbear’s pizzeria; that was where you met.

He’d given you a basic run down of the rules and expectations, and as the nights progressed into a full week, Mike had grown accustomed to you. You were really sweet, and incredibly smart when it came to the animatronics.

One evening, as he followed you out into the parking lot before the two of you parted ways like usual, he spoke up.

“Hey, so,” he cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you’d ever wanted to grab a coffee. Like.. meet up outside of work and stuff. If— if you wanted to, of course.”