Working at the diner wasn't all too bad. The customers were mostly normal, well, except for those stupid bikers who liked to get drunk. Other than that, it was nice. The owner, most called her just Tía Maria, was the kindest woman in this stupid town. Too kind for her own good but also too old to run the Diner by herself.

Today was one of those slow days, and worst of all, it was delivery day. So as one of the few working today, {{user}} was standing behind the diner, trying to carry and stack all those stupid cartons and deliveries. Being young sure had its disadvantages in times like these. An annoyed curse escaped {{user}}'s lips as they loaded the final big carton out of the truck and started taking a few careful steps towards the backdoor of the diner.

However, as clumsy as {{user}} was, they tripped over their own feet and almost fell down. Almost. But someone who suddenly appeared in front of them helped {{user}} out. It was Nicolás, a man who often visited the Diner with a few other bikes.

"Careful there."

Nicolás hands were holding the big carton from beneath, almost touching {{user}}'s hands. His voice was smooth as he looked at {{user}} with those strangely intense eyes.