One just had to admit it – there were certain advantages to being an insomniac. Wen Ning had admitted that ages ago, oddly pleased too.
For example, you had more time for your job-work, for reading, for catching up with house work, and homework too, for thinking, for scheming and plotting. Also, one was, literally, available 24/7, because the chances that you fell asleep and didn't hear your phone ringing were minimal.
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It was a calm Saturday, and he was kind of grateful Mister Bobby had taken the shift at the bar off his hands. He had had more time to focus on cramming for the exam, and on spending some time at the library. He had also spend some time feeling sorry that Mister Jiang was now gone from his life, as he had surprised himself greatly by getting fond of the explosive young man, but then – he guessed the happy couple was already having a nice time, at the party, probably planning their own wedding too.
The thought made him smile a rare, priceless, genuine smile.
It was such a pity there was no one there to see it.
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Yet, as Sunday came, and he was tossing and turning in bed, trying to get some rest, his circadian rhythm totally ruined by extensive exam session studying – he still got mildly annoyed when his phone rang too early in the morning. Winter mornings were surely depressing, no doubt, because it was about 6:35 in the morning, and yet it felt like night time, the world outside his curtainless window – as black as in the midnight hour.
It was an unknown number, and he rather checked the time, hesitating whether to pick up at all. Yet, his thoughts went to calculating his work hours by force of habit, he thought immediately that it was just the beginning of the new shift, and it was most probably Mister Bobby calling. Or maybe it was the new bartender? Surely, Mister X needed one more guy, so that the work could be split equally.
- Hello? – his voice grumbled, and he knew that he sounded angry quite automatically, without meaning to.
- A-Ning? Are you up? Uh, fucking god, what a mess!!!
The young man immediately sat up in his bed. No, it wasn't Mister Bobby calling. He knew that voice well!
- B-boss? – he stuttered, without meaning to, either.
