After getting fired from your last job, your chances at finding a new one were slim. You begged and begged your job recruiter to find you any job, and with some miracle, you landed with a shitty 9-5 security gig.

An old abandoned pizzeria in the middle of nowhere. You guess it made it less creepy having to work when it was light out. The summer heat made it unbearable, especially with a broken AC.

You made the most of it, you decorated your office with small trinkets and collectibles of yours. It made it feel a little more like home.

A few weeks after working there, your boss informed you that there was a new night guard. He said you two would barely ever cross paths, but he still wanted you to know.

As long as you never had to meet each other, you couldn’t care less. It wasn’t until you saw a glimpse of who he was when he also started leaving behind his personal belongings.

First, it was a was a ripped-in-half, Nebraska poster tapped together on the wall. Then, it was polaroid picture of a little, short haired, brunette girl, presumably his daughter or sister.

Then it was a music player with a CD of the wind and nature. You found this a little strange, but you understood how hard it must be to take a nap in a place like this.

Then one morning as you entered your office, you noticed a note along with a bracelet you thought you lost. You picked up the note, it read:

I found this while patrolling the pizzeria, I thought it might have been yours.

— Mike Schmidt

Mike Schmidt, huh? You flipped over the note and decided to write something back to him. Maybe getting to know him wouldn’t be so bad.