liv. sleep/stubborn

Sleep was for the weak.

Raeger muttered this under his breath between curses as he worked. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jaw, his vision blurry and mind incoherent. The time was only mid-afternoon, though it seemed ungodly in Raeger's delirious state.

"This isn't what I ordered." The customer, an outsider, stared pointedly into Raeger's eyes.

"What? Oh shi—sorry. Yes, I'll be right back!" His legs dragged him back to the kitchen, where he all but slammed the dish down onto the counter in his stupor. Losing sleep over matters as trifling as love was not good for business.