Once the night is over and it comes time to close up the shitty burger joint, Benson takes charge as usual, closing the blinds and turning off the sign outside. The other waitresses have left, leaving just Benson and {{user}} who hums softly as she wipes down the counter. Benson glances over at her, his eyes intense.

He leans back against the wall and watches as she finishes up, folding his arms over his chest.

"You got plans for tonight?" he drawls.