I looked over at the clock as the hour hand was consuming its way up to 5. It had been a long day of work and I was ready to pack up my stuff and roll onto my couch. Yeah, that sounds really good. Too bad its Monday night and I have the night shift. I stretched my body as I made my way over to Demi's desk. She seemed to be finishing up as she grabbed a handful of papers and slipped them into her briefcase.

"Tonight is your first night shift," she grinned. Needless to say, I groaned. "He gets out pretty late. Its boring to say the least. You do your work here and he calls whenever he needs you. You get him dinner around ten. Its always the same thing- In n Out double cheese burger with a diet coke."

"Pretty predictable guy, huh?" Why was I even curious in the first place?

"Yup," she popped the "P" and stood there awkwardly. She dazed off into her own little world for a few seconds and pondered, "Its weird not staying later than five today."

"Feel free to take my shift. I won't be complaining," I giggled.

"Hmmm...how about I say no thank you to the offer. You know, I don't want to rob you of such a great experience," she said as she headed towards the elevator.

"Really, the pleasure would be all mine," I laughed as I followed her.

"I like you Miley. Just wanted to put that out there. You aren't boring," she said as she pushed the elevator button a couple of times.

"You're really nice and all, but I don't go that way, Dems," I joked. She stuck her tongue out at me as she backed into the elevator.

"You know what I mean," she huffed and then the doors closed and I was left all alone. Well, not alone, but as close as I was getting to alone. I trudged to my chair and sat on my desk. The office was eerily quiet and so lonely. I can't understand how Nick does this every night. Doesn't the silence ever get to him? Speaking of Nick, I should probably check in right about now. I knocked on the door and heard a grunt of approval.

"Hello, I just wanted to let you know I'm still here. And I haven't run away," I grinned.

"Good to know," he chuckled. Wow, he actually smiles- who would have thought. "Um, so I eat around," he paused to look at his watch, "around ten. I eat a-"

"Double cheese burger and a diet coke. Well, you don't actually eat a diet coke, but..." I trailed off. I have a bad habit of rambling. And this was not the time to put it on display.

"How'd you know?" Nick raised his eyebrows.

"I'm psychic. I know, most people don't believe me the first time, but its true," I stated simply. Stupid habit, again. He looked at my with a disbelieving look causing me to giggle a little bit. "Demi told me."

"Ahhh," Nick chuckled. "For the record. If you kept it up for a little while, I might have believed you."

"Really?" I asked and Nick replied with a nod. He looked adorable as his curls bounced up and down along with his head. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Yeah, sure?"

"I can't work without a person in the room with me. Its like a mental block if people aren't there. So I was wondering-"

"If you could work here?" Nick cut me off.

"Yeah...is that okay? I promise I won't talk. I'm really quiet when I want to be," I bit my lip. God, this was so awkward. Maybe I shouldn't have asked.

"That's fine. To be honest, I felt like that when I first started doing night shifts." I nodded as I went to get my work. When I came back, Nick was already hard at work and didn't look like he wanted to be bothered. So, I sat down on the couch and started to look through my papers. It was around nine thirty when I left the office to get Nick something to eat. I went though the drive thru of In N Out and ordered Nick's meal ( A/N I know In N Out not in New York City, but just...umm....imagine its there!).As I passed through the streets I saw that Carlo's, my favorite Mexican restaurant, was still open. I went in to order myself a meal and ordered something extra for Nick. I made my way over to office to see Nick lounging in his chair holding his tummy.

"I'm hungry," he whined. Very unprofessional, may I add. I giggled at his antics and handed him his food.

"Don't you get sick of eating the same thing every night?" He shrugged.

"Its better to know what your food will taste like for sure," He replied. I rolled my eyes.

"That's a boring way to live life."

"No, that's the best way to live life. No surprises." He wiped his mouth with a napkin in the bag.

"What if, In N Out goes out of business?" I inquired.

"I would just buy the place," Nick replied quickly. I laughed at his answer. He was so dead set on tradition and patterns.

"Here, try this," I handed him the tortilla I picked up for him. He raised his eyebrows and shook his head.

"No thank you. I'm fine," he continued to chew on his cheeseburger and ignore my attempts to offer him Carlo's.

"How about this. Every time I come for night shifts I get you something from restaurants I've already tried- that way you won't be completely surprised. And when Demi's here, just eat your cheeseburger." He sat in his chair thinking for awhile.

"Why are you so set in changing my ways?" he asked as he finished up his dinner.

"Because, you need to actually start living life," I stated bluntly. He looked into my eyes and nodded.

"That's a good enough reason," he stuck out his hand beckoning for the tortilla. I smiled and gave it to him. He took a huge breath and started to eat. "Hmm...this actually tastes pretty good."