You were working your night shift at McDonalds, the hours felt so long and slow. Barely any customers were there because it was midnight.

You stood by the register and struggled to keep your eyes open when suddenly you heard a light crash outside the building. You walked up to the window and saw a guy sitting on the sidewalk next to his broken bicycle. His name’s Rey and he must have crashed with the light post. He looked like he was hurt.

You hurried out to him and crouched down by his side, noticing that he’d scraped his knee and it was bleeding. He looked up at you and his eyes lit up.

“Oh hey…mind giving me a hand?” He asked with a kind smile.