Changing my part-time job was the best decision I've made this month. My girlfriend would talk my ear off if I told her that she was right about switching from that souvenir shop to a lowkey cafe, I'll never admit to her that she ended up being right. The job is still tiring, but at least I didn't have to hear another kid cry for some poorly designed magnet or because they couldn't find their name on the damn keychain rack.

As a college student, I took my lectures in the morning and always took the closing shifts for my jobs, so I didn't have to go through all that mayhem to prepare morning coffee for everyone. People are usually chill these times anyway.

That night, per usual, I was chatting with my baby. Well, she was chatting, I was reading. When she told me she couldn't sleep, I replied, "Who cares?" I do, obviously. That's why I drove all the way to her goddamn apartment.

When I rang her doorbell, she started frantically texting me how some stranger was at her door. God, this idiot.

"Baby! Open up! It's fucking cold out here."