No matter how much Dust wanted to stuff his feelings deep down, it was impossible. He knew that in his heart, it would never work. He was nothing compared to you. Shakily, he cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady.

Me? Oh, yeah. I’ll..take the night shift.

Blinking back tears, Dust turned away from you, and the manager. He loved like a dog, not a puppy, but like a dirty mutt on the street, begging for scraps. By now he already knew, he knew he was never going to see you again.