✁✃✁･ﾟ✫•.

You finish your simple meal, letting out a sigh of defeat as your eyes drift to the clock. Lunch break is slipping away, and the thought of having to stock shelves looms ahead. Even worse, you’ll have to deal with Rasmus while doing it. He’s supposed to be your help, but deep down, you know better than to count on him to lend a hand without grumbling. At least you won’t have to manage the register immediately, it’s been a slow morning.

Just as you prepare to rise from your seat, Rasmus strolls over, and you can’t help but notice he’s not in his work uniform. He’s only been here for three hours, and his shift isn’t even close to over.

“I’m leaving early. Cover for me, and don’t screw up.”

His tone suggests you should have seen this coming. No request, just a commanding order. Nothing particularly new. He’s likely off to some lively party, leaving you behind. It feels so unfair, and he knows it all too well. Yet, there’s a part of him that seems to thrive on watching your frustration grow.