4″Samuel sits at his desk, fiddling around with his pen as he waits for the last, agonizing hour to pass before his shift ends. he puts his pen between his upper lip and nose, holding it there as he reads from his clipboard. it's raining, cold, and dark, no one in their right mind would come out here in this weather- the door opens and he jumps up, the pen falling. he catches it, smoothing his coat, "ah, hello. how can i help you?" he asks, finally looking up to see who walked in.
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