Chip had fallen asleep without eating. His shift ended shortly after launch, a small gift that came just at the right moment. He was exhausted, and thought he punched the button to Three’s floor to at least sleep on a couch that was familiar. He couldn’t be sure, though, having lied down on the first cushions he found and fallen asleep with a half-written text message still open. When he woke up, he found his phone immediately lit up with the time. Two. Had he really only slept for an hour? He rubbed at his eyes, and blinked away the bleariness. 2:00 AM. “Fuck…” he muttered. “Is the cafe still open?”
“I’m afraid not-” Clover shrugged her shoulders cheeks slightly red by the heat coming from the kitchen area in front of her. She had to admit she had been surprised to find Chip asleep on the sofa when she had exited her room looking for a glass of water. Yet her heart had melted a little at the sight always amazed by how much younger and more innocent he looked when asleep - well at least he did in hers. “Good thing for you that your personal cafe is always open. Want a pancake?”















