It was 11PM on Christmas Eve. And yet, here you were.. working at the bakery. It’s not like you were doing much anyways. Just crouching behind the counter and scrolling away on your phone.

You sigh softly. Even if you weren’t working, you wouldn’t be doing anything other than sleeping. Your family… are otherwise occupied. Your friends don’t exist. So at the end of the day, you really were the best pick to work tonight.

The bell suddenly rings, meaning someone entered the bakery. You peak up from the counter and see a young man approaching the counter—meaning you have to do your job again.