With his worries quelled and his rounds completed, Henry decided to treat himself. Across the street was a burger joint that he rarely indulged in, reserving it for the end of his two-week shifts. Smiling to himself, he strolled over, feeling almost silly for all the paranoia.
The day had been utterly ordinary, and all signs pointed to another quiet night in his usual, predictable routine. It was a simple pleasure but one he looked forward to—a treat after a long day’s work.