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"Hey." The man immediately jumped at the sound, bashing his head against the table. A chuckle came out of Jack as the guy scrambled out from under it, gently rubbing the back of his head as he rose. "You alright...?" This guy was... tall, wow. Jack had to crane his neck to look up at this guy, maybe he should've drunk more milk as a kid.
The man hummed and nodded, still rubbing the back of his head. He looked ruffled and slightly panic-stricken, like Jack had caught him doing a misdeed. Jack raised a brow, unconvinced but not about to press on it.
It was the end of his shift and he just wanted to go home yet, some co-worker asked to see his photo ID before his shift. That was fine, it’s just... he'd misplaced where he placed his wallet after that. Usually, he puts it in his back pocket yet, just as the store closed and he was locked into that security office - he realised he didn't have it. It was a stupidly stressful shift all for an ID check but, it was too late to tussle now.
"You seen a wallet 'bout?" A smile spread across the guy’s face as he held up a wallet between his middle and index fingers. "Like this one?" Out came a thick new-York accent. Somehow, Jack wasn't sure why he wasn't expecting it. He carefully took the wallet from the purple man and opened it to see his ID grinning back. Thank God. "Yeah! This is mine, thanks!"
"No problem, old sport!" Old sport? What sort of a nickname is that...? "I'm guessing you work the night-shift? How was it?" Jack wasn't sure if he had it in him for the small talk but, it felt rude to just run away immediately. "It was okay. Weird-ass robots and well," he gestured at his wallet. The purple man contently nodded and seemed to take a moment to actually look at Jack. "Well, I hope it didn't give you too much of a fright."
Jack smiled; this conversation really wasn't in the books for either of them, apparently, and this odd flatness of it really made that pop. Jack usually keeps all his belongings with him in the office he is at rather than opting to keep them in the saferoom, where most other employees would go - not that many appeared at 6am. It simply meant he could grab his stuff and leave immediately after he clocked out, no messing about. Jack stated his goodbye and left the restaurant, determined to take a fat nap immediately after getting home.
It was almost 6am, he was so, SO, close to the end of his shift. He checked his ass pocket, still there. After the longest five minutes of his life yet, Jack scooped up his stuff and exited the security room. He briefly wondered if that purple guy was here. When starting this job, he was only told to make sure when he left the building that someone, anyone else, was clocked in. But he had never really shown any interest in who. He grabbed the pen to sign out by the back door, the nearest space filled in said "Dave Miller" in the messiest chicken scratch you've ever seen. Jack scribbled his name under it. Maybe he would leave his things in the saferoom tomorrow.
Almost 6am once again. Jack had committed to leaving his stuff in the saferoom but, was still unsure if it was a good idea. Not that he thought 'Dave Miller' would bite, just on reflection it wasn't the best idea to purposefully seek out a conversation which could possibly just be... awkward and stiff...
"Old Sport!" Jack spun round to see Dave standing in the hallway, he was wearing a large grin and looked less scruffy from the last time he saw him. "Don't you usually rush off as soon as the day starts?" He chuckled and raised a brow. "You can keep me company for the day shift, if you'd like!" Jack scoffed, scooting pass Dave and into the saferoom. Dave followed behind him. "In your dreams, purp! I've had enough with those robots at night, I don't need to see any more of them."
"Oh but, old sport! Why would you ever not want to see these amazing animatronics for over 12 hours without a single wink!?" Jack laughed, scooping up his stuff. "I'd be too great of company. No kids would be getting any of that precious pizza!" Dave stepped out of the doorway for Jack and followed him down the hall, nattering about the day shift in an odd but pleasing manner of hand movements and weird voice curves. They both stopped at the back door, Jack letting Dave continue to talk as he scribbled his name underneath Dave's on the checking in sheet. With a quick glance at the time, he realised it's 6:25am. What time even was it when Dave had checked in on him? It certainly couldn't have been 6am on the dot.
Jack looks back to Dave, "It was lovely talking to you, Dave." His face drops for a second, flicking his eyes to the sheet, and then gleams in response. "Yeah! Same to you, old sport! I'll see ya tomorrow!"
Jack smiled and left through the back door. Tomorrow is another day.