the true graveyard shifts, jaehee thinks, are the early morning shifts. the ones which begin at ass crack of dawn, a period where everyone believes they’re allowed to be an entitled asshole. the ones where the fucking foam machine is clogged from last night’s late night traffic and he has to spend twenty minutes scrubbing that shit just so he can make one decent cappuccino. he doesn’t complain out loud (too much) - the pay for these shifts are almost double the normal ones and he takes what he can get.
5am is a surprisingly busy time for the university cafe, even if everyone looks like they crawled right out of the walking dead. jaehee looks remarkably less worse for wear, considering he generally sleeps whenever his shift ends anyway. five more hours, he tells himself, running a hand through his hair. he lets out a massive sigh when the radio starts playing the next song and - really? really? is the entire world trying to put him to sleep?
“i fucking swear if i hear another ballad--” he cuts off his rant when the door bell rings softly, an insincere half smile plastered on his face. “congratulations, you’re my first zombie customer of the day.”
