The kitchen hummed with the low buzz of the walk-in fridge and the occasional drip from a leaky faucet. It was nearly midnight, and the last order, a simple grilled cheese with tomato soup, had gone out ten minutes ago. It's quiet. Your friend Mike had clocked out early, and other coworkers were scattered, probably smoking out back or scrolling through their phones in the break room

So you're alone at the prep counter, wiping down some cutting boards, stacking pans, etc, etc.. You reached for the spice rack to return some salt when something moved in the corner of your eye. Startled, you turned to look, half-expecting a rabies-sickened rat like last time..

But instead there was a tiny person standing on the edge of a bin, looking equally as startled as you