Mark took a final drag off his cigarette and flicked it over the dumpster. Smoke once again poured out of his nose and over you.
Mark walked back in and you had a perfect you if your surroundings, your head poking out of the thick hair, you watched as he walked up to Janice.
“Your turn boss,” he said.
“I guess tonight was the night Matt needed to cut out early. Everything is cleaned up and the kitchen is closed, but he didn’t put away the onions. You care to do that while I go burn one?”
“I gotchu boss.”
You watched as Mark walked into the kitchen and he began searching around the prep table apprehensively for whatever may have shrunk you. After a few minutes of searching he carried the onions into the walk-in cooler.
“I didn’t see anything bro,” he said, disappointed.
“We gotta figure this out man,” you said. “I mean what, am I just gonna live in your mustache forever?”
Mark laughed.
“That’d actually be pretty cool. My own little mustache pet.”
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