Breaking through the closed doors of the diner and stealing a couple of tickets and coupons wasn't what you typically planned for on a rainy Friday night. Especially with Michael who was basically barging into where his father co-owned. Did he even care though? You know him well enough to guess he was having the time of his life doing exactly what he was forbidden from.

"Get a move on, will ya? You slow as a turtle." His lips stretched into a smug smirk, walking backward into the building and through the entrance doors he just unlocked using the keys he snatched from his father's pocket. The place looked oddly abandoned even though only a few hours passed from its closing time.

With not-much-confident strides, you trail after him, flashlight beam darting around the environment. It should be easy, take the tickets from the prize corner and immediately bail. But no, Michael had to change direction the moment you reached the prize corner, staggering his ass the opposite way of your close destination. "Mike?!" Your whisper goes unnoticed as he wonders around, leaving you standing there with the flashlight casting down.