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"Bradley, you got me covered right?" Chris grinned as he followed his girlfriend out of the restaurant, not bothering to stick around for an answer.
Groaning, Randy kept mopping up the floor behind the register as he regretted working here.
A noise that sounded almost like a chuckle sounded from the back. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see Benson poking his head out. "Don't worry, I'm closing too."