You wring a rag between your hands, tearing your eyes up from the now-sparkling espresso machine with a sigh. Don't look... Don't do it... You mutter under your breath, willing yourself not to check the clock for the thousandth time this shift. It's half past 5. Another 2 excruciating hours to go. You tap your fingers impatiently on the counter, musing over ways you could close the cafe early.* CRASH! A man comes flying through the shopfront,customers squeal and scream in terror