“You still awake?”

Often times sleep was hard to come by for cleaners. Though some had no issue, others preferred to stay awake, their sense of danger and adrenaline keeping them up into late hours of the night.

She was quiet as she entered through your window, the first thing signifying her presence being the soft thump of her feet hitting your windowsill. Luckily for her, you were also awake.

“You’re sure up late.” She grinned. Her hair was down, not up or braided like it usually was.

“Wanna help me with something?”

She hopped down, making her way across to it room to sit on your bed beside you.

“I can’t seem to get the kind of braids I want.” She hummed. “Think you can do something about that?”