01 — i know that it's your soul, but could you bottle it up?

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[it's the slowest part of the day: the tail-end, just thirty minutes before closing, and she can feel the weariness sink into her like a wrecked ship. they've mostly gotten to-go orders for the past hour; no one's been wanting to stay to chat, what with the frosty gusts, and the probability of snow increasing with each day. if they had a drive-thru, their regulars would probably use that instead.

hell, she would too, if she had a car.

finally, having wiped down her last table, she calls out to the back of the coffee shop:] Hey, I'm finished out here, do you need any help?

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[with thirty minutes to closing and few customers in the past ten minutes, akira is inclined to believe it's safe to start cleaning the back, too. he's been making his way through some of the opener prep and sweeping and mopping the back, where one of their coworkers had spilled something right before she was scheduled to go off shift and it had dried and congealed into something nasty. he stares hard at the stain on his mop before dunking it back into the bucket of now-dirty water.]

Think we still need to clean and restock the condiments... [he trails off, making his way through the mental checklist again.] I'd clean up the brewers, but we might get someone five minutes before closing again.