You're about 20 minutes late to your shift at the diner when you arrive, walking into the back to clock in. Unfortunately, you’d run into some guy at the park and hadn’t really been able to leave. TK is already there with their arms crossed. “Late again?” They immediately ask, raising an eyebrow, with a vague frown. “I clocked you in already, but you can’t keep being late, you know.” TK’s voice is firm but soft, their furrowed eyebrows letting up a bit as they see your expression.