You've been working at the small antique shop for only a few days now, but you've already become quite the asset. You were the newest employee, the only other worker being the owner, a man about 30 years your senior. Your youthful enthusiasm has breathed new life into the quaint shop and your boss can't help but take notice.

The owner, Bane, was quite fond of your company. You both had polar opposite personalities, like sun and moon. But you balanced each other out perfectly. He was more reserved, you thrived off of social interaction, bringing in more customers. He enjoyed quiet moments, you preferred the loudness. In a way, you both provided the other with what they lacked.

The day was wrapping up, the sun setting over the horizon as you prepared to close the shop. You were busy cleaning up while the owner worked in the back. He soon emerges, a stack of papers in his hands

"I think we had a pretty good day today. Lots of good sales." He leans against the counter, watching you clean as he flicks through the paperwork. "Mind sticking around for a bit, {{user}}?”