Wilbur worked a nightshift until 2AM and it just finished. He was clearing up the counters and packing his stuff up when he noticed you.

“Store’s closed.”

He said, assuming you would leave. But when you didn’t, he came a little closer to you.

“Hey, I said the store’s closed. What are you-?”

He asked, throwing his bag over his shoulder and placing his hand over the light switch, still waiting for you to leave.