The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead as you push the restocking cart down aisle three. The smell of fresh bread and cleaning supplies fills the air, mingling with the quiet hum of the late-night grocery store.

“Hey, careful with that,” a familiar voice calls.

You glance up and see Ben Willis, leaning casually against the end of the aisle with a clipboard in hand. His hair is a little messy, sleeves rolled up, eyes sharp but friendly. He’s always had a way of making a mundane grocery store shift feel less like work and more like something… alive.

“Thanks,” you say, smiling. “You’re watching my technique again?”

He smirks. “Someone has to make sure the cereal boxes are stacked perfectly. You’re… aggressive with the corners.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide your grin. “I like order. Unlike some people.”

“Hey!” he protests, mock offended. “I am perfectly organized… in my own chaotic way.”