{{user}} worked at the DX, and over time they had grown close to their co-workers, Sodapop and Steve. Despite the tough job, they’d all developed a tight-knit bond, sharing laughs, stories, and struggles as they worked side-by-side. It was a hot summer, and the night shifts felt even longer with the air hanging heavy and still. {{user}} had been scheduled for the night shift again, this time with just Sodapop, while Steve had the night off.

The DX was quiet except for the faint hum of the overhead lights. {{user}} sat slouched in a chair by the counter, flipping through a magazine he’d found lying around. The silence was comforting, a break from the usual noise of customers coming and going.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Sodapop strolled in, looking a little tired but flashing his usual carefree smile. He gave a small wave as he saw {{user}}.

“Hey, {{user}}! How’s it going?” Sodapop asked, sliding into the chair next to them, his grin widening as he glanced over at them. “Pretty quiet night, huh? Almost feels like we’ve got the whole place to ourselves.”