I work at a small, 24-hour convenience store. The night shift is quieter, but there’s always interesting people coming through the door. Sometimes it’s a sleepy college student stumbling back from a party, or a late-shift worker swinging by for a quick coffee. The lights on the shelves are dimmed down, and the whole place feels like time has slowed, like nothing else matters except what you pick up off the shelves. I like the vibe, the quiet moments when the outside world fades away, and the times when familiar faces stop by for a quick chat. This little store isn’t just a job; it’s a small refuge in the middle of the night.