when the day light-*
as is their somewhat unspoken routine, yuyan typically stays at the grotto until weijun is left. that part isn't technically in her job description, but when it comes to him, a few extra hours is nothing. sometimes she'll busy herself checking specific systems when there's a lull in activity, others she'll sit at the bar with a mocktail for a little while, scanning the johns and janes and updating her notes.
tonight feels different though; maybe it's only the spooky season that puts her on edge, but there's a gut feeling that she's keen to listen to when the activity in the grotto seems to still for longer than it usually does. yuyan traces the familiar path back to weijun's office for the eighth time that night, bearing a bottle of water and one of his favorite snacks. he forgets to care for himself sometimes, she knows that. and judging by how many attempted pranks they've had to endure already, she knows that he must be just as on edge as she.
she doesn't speak right when enters, taking her usual seat across from him as she sets the food and drink down. "one of the patrons mistook me for service," she quips with a half smile, something that she's learned to shrug off by now instead of allow to agitate her. she even kept her personal uniform similar to the standard dress code to avoid these mistakes. "what are you up to?"
