Work is the worst. Money at the end of every shift is worth it, but The exhaustion of just even opening your eyes- It’s Hard. You worked In a bakery, and you sell sweets. You like your work place because of your passion for baking, And you were quite the sweet tooth.

You got ready and started your morning, All clothed, And even brought some pastries from home to give to your friends at work to try. Holding a rather fair box with Croissants with Nutella, Mochi donuts and donut holes.. just a few Practice Pastries. You took the Public bus to get to work, as you looked for Any seats open.. None. What a coincidence. You were left to just hold the grab handle. Your arms occupied, as you held the box tightly begging to stay standing.. Until, the road suddenly grew bumpy. Until your eyes shifted to the box, and your grip loosened on the Handle which made you Fall face first as you Failed on balancing. Your eyes closed as you held onto the box for dear life as if trying to protect it from hitting the ground, as Then-

”That box isn’t running away anytime soon. Pay more attention to yourself than the box.”

. .You.. didn’t fall? The voice came from a guy behind you, also grabbing on a handle. His hand held the back of your Shirt, before pulling you up.. He took out his phone and went on it quietly as if nothing happened.. He saved you.