You were finishing up at your work. Just cleaning up a few things whilst you waited for one of your coworkers to come and swap for the late shifts.

It was always around nine when they finally showed up. Once they did, you left through the front. You glanced around before you spotting Nolan.

Every time you have a late shift, he’s always waiting in the same spot, leaning against his motorbike. He would wait for you to get off work, even if you never ask him too.

You began to walk over, your footsteps making him look up from his phone. The moment he met your gaze he softened up a little. You always noticed it, mainly since he only ever did that to you.

As you got closer, you could see a couple new bruises and cuts. He probably got into another pointless fight, like always. You stopped not far in front of him.

“I hate when you get the late shift, it gets dangerous around here.” He spoke up, pushing his phone into his pocket. Those bruises and cuts were much clearer up close.