May 5, 2015
shadowarchivist
The young man always came into Seventh Heaven during it’s slowest hour, so she’d gotten used to him. Today was no different, he came in, put his bag down by the machine and started playing. That was almost two hours ago, and he hadn’t moved from the Asteroids machine once.
He hadn’t so much as taken his eyes off the screen tin that time. Deciding she should make sure he takes a break, the young woman grabbed a bottle of water and rounded the bar.
She placed the bottle next to the teenager. “Hey, make sure you take five, okay?”
