You sighed as you walked down the halls of the diner, you'd just closed up, Henry had left and now you were taking William some documents he'd needed to be signed. Slowly you walked into his office and your eyes fell to him leaned over his disk — tie undone, hair messy, papers spread all over his desk as he worked on some new project. It was late December and he was rather stressed seeing as it was always busy around the new year.

"Yes?" He growled out, his accent thicker then usual. He glanced up from his paper — his dark gray eyes meeting your's before they went back down to the paper.