Barret pushed up from his computer desk with a tired sigh. Abandoning his school textbooks in the smooth wood. He padded out to the front of the greasy diner. Carefully scanning the lobby. Making sure his employees for the day were okay.

The gamma shifted tiredly from one foot to the other. Poorly stifling a yawn behind his hand. All those night were starting to catch up with him. Leaving him worse for wear on nights the shift manager had to come in.

“Where is that new hire?” He mumbled to himself. He wheezed. A scent smothered his other senses, and a split second he was drowning it. His fated mate.