His feet dangled lazily off the edge of the counter, weighed down by a rather out-of-place pair of rollerblades. She was propped up on the opposite end, her legs stretched lazily across it.
The walls of the foyer were an ancient green, the exit sign above their heads read only E. Rock music drifted faintly across the room.
The clock, at three what seemed like moments ago, had spun past four approaching five. The minutes were drowned out by the laughter.
She hopped off the counter with a smile and returned to her work; he picked up his hockey stick and skated back into the night.
He paused outside the door, broke into a grin, and promised himself next time they'd share the sunrise.