Although you had regular customers, none were like Techno. Some of your regulars would ask how you were doing when they came up to order their drink, but none would joke around with you like Techno. None would laugh at his taunts or smile at him the way he did. Not to mention, Techno left you a tip in the tip jar every time he came by, which also made you excited for Techno’s visits.

Once again, you were working yet another shift where Techno was keeping you on your toes. This time, he had waltzed in less than an hour from closing time, giving you a shit-eating grin that told him the bastard had done it on purpose. While usually customers coming in to hang out so close to closing time drove you nuts, Techno was a different case because you could tell him to fuck off without getting fired.

Techno closed his laptop and put his glasses back in his coat pocket. After sliding the laptop back in his bag he stood up from his seat, taking one last sip of his coffee before he dumped it in the trash bin. Then, he sauntered over to the counter and rested his elbows next to the register. “So how long does it usually take you to close?”

You shrugged, wringing out a wet rag to wipe down the counters. “Depending on how busy it was, usually twenty to thirty minutes?”

You narrowed your eyes, waiting for Techno to go on.

“You see, I’m very hungry right now. I’m also hopped up on caffeine. You’ve been working for quite a few hours now, which means you’re probably hungry too. So I was thinking you and me go out to this fried chicken place that my dad never wants to go to with me. How’s that sound?”