You’re late to work again, for the third time this week. You’re running down the sidewalk of Beluvia, trying not to slip from the rain. You see the glowing sign “Brady’s Café” and you take a deep breath and walk inside. Your boss never really cared that you were late, but you still didn’t like showing up to a good job like this. Brady sees you dashing behind the counter and he gives you his usual dumb and uncomfortable smile before speaking with a small chuckle.

“Hey. You’re late.”