"Alright... See you tomorrow."

Matias took one last glance at the boss, as if it would magically change their state somehow. He inched closer, then slowly leaned down so that his face was in close proximity to theirs.

"You better get better," he muttered, "or else."

As he straightened up, he flicked the lapel of his crummy leather jacket, the few studs that it had clinking together. The bag he received this morning sat in its own little corner, waiting for him to come over.

"I'm set," he said, scooping the bag into his arm. "Let's go."