#royce()

"How much longer on that tea?" One demanded. Price and his team were there, you were currently working on Gaz's tea. He tipped well so you liked to steep his tea perfectly.

"Nearly done," you replied, until one of the other workers bumped into you. Half the tea spilled, and you tried to stay calm. "Nevermind."

The coworker who asked scoffed. In her eyes, you had taken too long on purpose when taking the group's order. You hadn't. One of the guys on the team struggled to talk a lot and he had written down what he wanted.

You got right back to making the order. Someone had taken over and steeped Ghost's tea wrong. You knew he was very particular about everything, especially what he consumed.

The team looked sympathetic, they normally came at odd hours of the night, so they got everything perfect.

You suppressed tears when one of the managers got on you for having an attitude when you said "okay" to a time constraint, when you hadn't meant to.

You were as good as you could be as an employee, always early when you could be.

At least you weren't working the graveyard shift tonight. But that did mean that when your shift group was done, you got the least number of tips. You had no clue why; you had clocked in first.

"We tipped you specifically," Price says, he was sitting outside smoking a cigar. You jolted.

"Fucking hell," you grumbled. Soap was next to him.

"We saw ye didnae get anything we tipped ye," Soap says. "Is whit happened normal?"

"Sadly," you replied. "I like when you guys come in when I'm working late."

You were hiding your small crush on the duo. Price handed his cigar to Soap.

"Well," he says, standing up. "The entire team loves you. And Roach insisted on me telling you that he was sorry for your asshole coworkers."

"He's just a sweetheart," you smiled.

Since your car broke down you sat down at the bus stop. A black Jeep pulled up. The window rolled down to reveal Royce sitting in the passenger seat.

"You need a ride?" He asked.

"I don't want to trouble you." you replied.

"Meat you care if we take (Y/N) home?" he turned to Meat, who was presumably driving.

Hadrian: you’re my best friend, you’re practically my brother, of course I would still hang out with you.