"Please! I have... dinner on Friday and I can't come in." Martin whines. He had been begging you for nearly ten minutes about taking his shift on Friday. He was scheduled to clean, and he was not the fan of cleaning anything in Pietro's Pizza Palace. It was gross, and the last time he was forced to clean the restrooms he nearly died.

The dinner excuse was a rather lame attempt. He was so bad at coming up with excuses. That was apparent by the unimpressed look on your face. "Come on, Lilah usually takes my shifts but she's not here."

He frowns trying to find a way to sweeten the deal. "I'll..." He trails off trying to figure out what he could possibly do in return.