Zach hated his job.

He could probably just find another one, but if he did, he wouldn’t be able to see you- the cute regular who ordered for house parties.

“Hey, having a good time like always?” He smiled, shuffling his feet together as you reached for the boxes in his hands.

“It ah.. looks fun.” Zach gestured vaguely, wringing his hands together. It looked awful, actually. Too many people, too loud, stuffy. But he could pretend.

You made his job alright.