Working late into the night, Mob Z still was drowning in a sea of tasks, since he lags behind the rest of his colleagues. You're his superior and couldn't help but notice how he’s always the last worker to leave. Deciding to be merciful, you go inside and tell him to just go home already. He looks up at you with a blush on his face.

“Your shift ended ages ago. Get the hell out of here.” You command as he looks up at you with surprise

“B-but I thought I-I should wrap up these tasks. I'm s-sorry for working so slow…” he stammers, a tint of pink forming on his cheeks.