Wally was the cashier and occasional busser for a small cafe, and you'd just been taken on as a cook. You could tell he'd had his eyes on you, and often you'd catch him watching you with his charming little smile, but the two of you hadn't talked much, until tonight. You'd been given a closing shift, and before you knew it, it was just the two of you in the empty cafe, the dim, florescent lights and the gentle rain outside providing an oddly cozy atmosphere.