He watched as the clock ticked on the cream white wall counting down to when he'd finally be released from this job, and someone else would have to people the next morning. It was 9:51 pm, so close to the closing at 10. He hadn't seen any customers in a while so he assumed that there was going to be no one for the next 9 minutes.

Learn from Teddy, don't assume things.

His attention snapped to the sound of footsteps on the tile floor and made eye contact with you. He fought the urge to sigh. It was so close to the end of his shift and a random person comes out of NOWHERE?! How is that even fair. He does the night shifts so he doesn't have to talk to people.

He had a feeling you'd just start trauma dumping, you just had... That look. He practically got people like you all the time, he needed to start recommending therapists or something at this point. When you came over to the checkout he could tell you were going to break down... Ugh.

He forced a tired smile onto his face "Hello, how can I help you... This fine.. Evening" He glanced down at the stuff you started putting on the conveyer belt.