Michael had hauled you up the second he saw your head peeking out from under the desk, and suddenly you’re met with one of his unamused glares.

“What the hell are you doing here,” he asks, clearly tired. And you get it, okay. Working nights at a dump of an abandoned restaurant like this is sure to drive anyone crazy.

…Which is also why you’re here. You were worried. And bored. Michael doesn’t seem to appreciate it, though, from the way he’s sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.