I can’t believe it, he left the building??? wh

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twenty five past nine at night and Damian is leaving the building through the back door, the same one by the waste bin containers. It is pitch black outside and he is wearing his long dark blue coat. He gets into his small, economy car and starts to wearily drive home. Fifteen minutes later he enters his family home front door. He heats up his dinner by the light of the microwave.

As he sits before his plate of warmed up spaghette, he has one hand looking at his phone. His other enters behind him. "How are you?"
Damian grunts "Hi mum. Fine."
She is in shadow behind him, wearing grey and her expression hidden. "Oh. Did it heat up alright?"
Damian sips his drink, phone now on the side as he grabs his fork. "Yes thanks. It's nice." He has not been shown eating it.

His mother aks bluntly. "Did you get your hours for next week?"
Damian chokes on his driink in alarm.
He nervously chuckles, putting down his drink. "No. Kevin didn't have the rotas up yet(!)"
His thoughts panic: SHIT! I FORGOT!