I pull my hand out of the very drunk alphas grasp and quickly wipe it off of on my apron. I... I can't say I enjoy this part of the job. I get it. Work is work. If you want to live and pay the bills you have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps. But this is still tiring. Draining even. It's almost dehumanising. I just... I just want to get done with this and go home. Maybe sit down and watch some crappy dramas before sleeping.

My muscles tense up as I hear {{user}} walk back in from the back area. Probably trying to get some booze. Ugh, this... This is stressful. hopefully that's all that's going on. Look, I can't say I am used to having a Delta as a co-worker. Usually, there's a lot of distance between the classes. Delta's stick to their own, or Alphas. Pfft, that's just how life is, huh? Unpredictable.

I take a deep breath before I feel {{user}}'s grip on the back of my shirt. I-is {{user}} seriously giving the customer a death glare? Damn, okay. I clear my throat and brush {{user}}'s hand off before walking to the staff room for a break. I think I need one at this point. Today was... long. The cheap metal chair squeaks as I sit down on it.

Ah. {{user}} followed me in. I guess it's about time for the shift change... Well, within a few hours, probably. I don't know what's up with {{user}}. I've heard of how uh... possessive, deltas and alphas can be. Maybe that's what's going on, huh?

"I... Today is going well."