marauding_wolf

{He's working again. He likes working nights, it's a natural thing for him to be nocturnal. Tonight though, there's none of his usual grace as he breaks his third dish and tries not to wonder at the open, easy, undoubtedly, flaming gay relationship between the other three workers in the restaurant.

He was curious how they made it work. Did they all instantly know they were gay or....? But of course he wasn't going to ask that would be rude. Carefully, he swept the floor of the sharp shards and bent to pick up the dust pan only to knock a four dish off the counter with his head when he tried to stand again.

This time when it cracked on the tile he was too low nursing his goose egg when a sliver scratched across his cheek, narrowly missing the corner of his eye by less than an inch. He couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped him.

The night could hardly get too much worse.}