The third day on the job was the slowest yet. Compared to the insane rush of the first day and the general busyness of the second, today was practically dead. Cobra blamed the mid-week slump for the loss of customers. In between the increasing infrequent patrons, the two's silence only grew. Occasionally one or the other would attempt small talk, only for it to never get fully off the ground before being dropped. Eventually, both of them stopped trying. It was all the more awkward when Cobra could hear Lucy mumbling more than once under her breath and not commenting on any of it. The people coming in didn't even make for that interesting of topics to talk about, most of them being older and gabbier, but ultimately having fairly simple problems to deal with.
Will it be like this tomorrow too? A jolting thought took hold of him and he glanced at Lucy warily. He didn't want to think about being stuck in this awkwardness for the rest of the day, let alone the rest of the time they had together. A strange feeling of unease unlike what he normally felt took hold of him. He felt as if his options were becoming increasingly narrow and he didn't have enough information to fix them. And worst of all…
Just as a small part of himself wanted to fix this mess, another, louder part could be heard telling him nothing good ever lasted forever.