Tweek Bro's has always been a place of comfort to me, even if people complain, spill coffee, and yell at me there, it's still the only place I feel even slightly useful.
Most of the time, I'm the only one there, which makes sense because I just show up whenever I need to be away from everything else.
I don't think anyone knows how peaceful it is to work the night shift, either. Hardly anyone comes in (except some tired students trying to get work done and other third shifters), so there's hardly any work to be done. Plus, when those tired, barely awake people stumble in for coffee, they won't yell or try to make awkward small talk because they don't care enough to try to do so.
It's refreshing, honestly.
So, as I man the store alone, I mop unseen dirt on the floors and clean already washed tables, simply to keep myself busy.
And it works.
Until the door flies open and the bell screams at me.
Oh no.
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Muted Voices
FanfictionIt could be worse. It could be better. In the end, it matters who wakes up in his bed.
