You were closing up the Pizzeria, same as any other day as Joy finished up cleaning, and things were calm. While you hadn’t always had the time to talk, you’ve come to respect Joy for the work she puts in with you. As you think this, she nervously looks up at the clock, muttering something to herself before asking, “I’m so sorry! I have, uh, business to get to. I can’t explain, but, er, just finish closing, I just need to…” She hurries off towards the back, assumedly changing her attire.