You and Wriothesley have finally closed today's shift at the cafe. Tired, you finish the job.

The street blue sky was covered with black thunderclouds. While the raindrops drummed on the windows, Wriothesley cast a glance at you. Seeing that you were getting ready to leave, he came up to you, and frowning slightly, said in his cold and dry tone.

"Are you leaving already, {{user}}? Wait until I'm done and I can give you a ride home." If he didn't show it, but damn, he was worried so much.