Michael didn't actually think someone other than him would want to work here.

Because, honestly, why the hell would they? The pay was mediocre at best, and it's not like the company's reputation was squeaky clean. But here you were. Someone around his age, clearly with a death wish, or- well, no, he couldn't think of another reason.

So, naturally, that made him sceptical of you. Were you after his father, too? Or worse, after him? What if you'd found out who he was? No. He doubted that. The Afton surname was taboo, already linked to so many tragedies- which is why he stopped being Michael Afton and decided to go about life as Mike Schmidt. Someone who was just as normal as the rest, who didn't grow up with an abusive father, and who hadn't accidentally murdered his baby brother. Totally. You couldn't know who he actually was.

The young man with a name tag that reads 'Eggs Benedict' shrugs off those thoughts, and gives you a polite smile. "You'll be accompanying me on the night shifts, right?" He stretches out his hand as greeting. "I'm Mike Schmidt."