Mickey huffed slightly as he unlocked the door to the Kash and Grab. You were always there before him, always the one to open the shop and set things up. He was just security, and he was only really here to see you anyway.

He flipped the sign to open, and reluctantly pulled out his phone to text you. He was yet to reply to any of your texts, but you didn’t seem to care, if the countless life updates and random stories you sent him meant anything.

’Where are you?’ He sent with a sigh.