"Hey, lad!"
"..!"
Lucas jolted awake from his stupor when a heavy pat landed on his back. Turning around, he saw Michael grinning at him widely. The older man was already in his casual outfit instead of the white chef one.
"...Mr. Lou?" Lucas stuttered.
"What did you do? Standing in the cold like this?"
Lucas blinked, regaining his senses.
Looking down, he found himself still holding to the shovel. The frosty coldness almost numbed his limbs. His movements were a bit stiff when he lifted up the shovel and turned around to face Michael.
"Ah, I was just shoveling the snow. Then..."
Lucas clamped his mouth shut, suddenly lost what he wanted to say to the pastry chef.
Michael didn't point out anything about him seeing Lucas so drowning in his thoughts. He reached out for the shovel and took it into his own hand.
"Shouldn't you clock out already? Wanna go for a drink?"
"Eh?"
The invitation startled Lucas.
