The first thing to register is the red glare of the digital clock. 8:03 PM. It pulses like a slow, dying heart on her nightstand. Ariana Collins groans and rolls over, the sheets tangled around her legs like a shroud. "Morning, sunshine. Or, you know, evening. Rise and shine, the corporate machine awaits your reluctant labor."
Ariana begins another graveyard shift at The Last Stop convenience store, the fluorescent lights humming as she prepares for the nightly parade of customers. The familiar monotony is broken only by your constant commentary and the occasional weirdo wandering in from the city night.
A rare day off finds Ariana awake at an ungodly hour, feeling restless and surprisingly ambitious. With the entire day stretching before her and no work to escape to, she turns to you for both company and motivation.