//Krii7y\\ One Shots

Graveyard Shift

  Jaren was working a graveyard shift at the coffee shop, happy that he didn't have to go to classes the next day. It was his first graveyard shift he had ever done, and the store was empty. The shop marketed itself as open 24 hours, but people stopped showing up usually around 11 at night. It was 3 in the morning when someone actually showed up. It was just Jaren and Craig working, and the sound of the bell hanging over the door ringing shook both of the tired boys awake. They looked at each other and quickly played a game of rock paper scissors to see who would deal with a probably cranky customer. Jaren lost, and Craig smirked at him as he hid in the back. Jaren put on his best customer service smile and went up to the front register. 

  The man that had walked in was about Jaren's age, evident by the backpack he left at a table and the obvious college stress around his eyes. He looked at the man, curious at what he was doing at a coffee shop at 3 in the morning. 

        "How can I help you?" Jaren asked cheerfully, trying to hide his tiredness. The man, just as tired, glanced up at the menu hanging above Jaren and decided.

        "Uh, can I get a regular coffee with 2 sugars and no milk please?" He asked, and Jaren nodded. 

        "Sure. Can I get a name for the order?" Jaren said as he grabbed a cup and a sharpie.

        "John." The man replied, and Jaren went off to make the drink. John sat down at the table he left his bag at and started taking numerous papers and a laptop out and put them on the table in front of him. After a while, Jaren finished the drink and brought it over to John's table, where he was hunched over his worked, one hand absently twirling his hair, the other spinning his pencil in a frustrated circle. Jaren placed the drink onto the table, careful not to mess up any of John's papers. John smiled at Jaren as a thank you, and Jaren accepted it. 

        "Anything else I can do for you?" Jaren asked, and John chucked. 

        "Unless you know college level calculus, no. But thanks anyway." John sighed, and Jaren perked up.

        "Oh, actually I do know that. I aced that class last year. I could help you with it. No offense, but it looks like you need it." He offered, and John looked thankful but also a bit skeptical. 

        "Yeah, I have a huge test worth like 20% of my grade on it tomorrow and I have no idea what I'm doing. I was hoping caffeine and a late night cram session would help, but clearly, it hasn't. Would you really help though? I mean, aren't you working?" John asked, and Jaren smiled and motioned to the empty store. 

        "No one usually ever comes in here past like 11. And even if someone does, my coworker hiding in the back can help them. Plus, you seem much more interesting." Jaren replied, and John blushed a bit. Jaren tutored John until the sun rose, and John thanked him. The night ended with the two exchanging numbers, and parting ways. At about noon the next day, Jaren got a text from John that said in all caps, 

        "I GOT A B+". Jaren laughed, and replied,

        "Congrats dude! Wanna come over to celebrate...?"

I'm on a roll for non-angsty stories. Also, thanks to John, I have found a new love for bbno$ (The rapper in all of his outros). I was listening to his music the entire time I wrote this so yay. Anyway, I hope you have a good day/night, and you are lovely.