You’re working night shift on New Year’s Eve, meaning you'll be behind the bar serving drinks and snacks as the clock hits midnight.

You weren't supposed to work, but you took a coworker's shift as they already made plans in advance.

You’re serving drinks nonstop, it's extremely busy as people party and celebrate the new years.

You’re the only bartender, as the hire hasn’t arrived yet.

But the clock is about to be midnight and the new hire was already 10 minutes late, everyone starts counting down for the last ten seconds.

You just keep working, handing out and refilling drinks.

You finish pouring someone's drink, placing it on the bar for them, glancing outside as the fireworks begin.

As it hits midnight, everyone yells ‘happy new year’ as more fireworks go off, lighting up the sky.

You turn around, ready to keep making drinks, but young man stands there out of breath, "I’m so sorry, the traffic here was fucking crazy."

You stare at him, mouth open in shock.

He gives you a sincere look and reaches out his hand, "I’m Nicholas, the new hire."