Sweat beaded on his brow and Ángel could feel it roll down his back from between his shoulder blades. The refrigeration unit had broken, again, at his store and being the only one on had who knew anything about the machine Ángel found himself covered in grease behind it. The nice freshly pressed shirt that had been picked out for the gathering that evening was ruined now and all he could think about was how this could ruin the dinner that Mandy would have waiting for them tonight. A groan left his lips and the wrench slipped from the nut, which caused the frustrated manager to scrape his knuckles on some metal. An ugly gash accompanied by a slew of Spanish punctuated by American curses and Ángel was just about done with this whole damn day.<br/><br/>Up from the ground he stood, the tie that was still over his shoulder used to hastily catch at the blood from his knuckles, the usually graceful man practically stalked over to the utility sink in the closest. The single bare bulb that dangled above his head was turned on so violently it nearly lost its cord while the bloody bit of flesh was held beneath the water. Black and red the water ran down the drain, and the young man felt like this was a representation of his life. A swirling mass of pain and frustration that only had the blissful end of the drain to look forward to.<br/><br/>A buzz from his pocket and Ángel fished for the phone with one hand, another grumble of annoyance before the silver device was retrieved and flipped open so that he could read the text. “Oh well fuck…” he swore, a glance at his watch noting just how late it was. Out of the closet and back to the broken unit, a dark glare given to the metallic beast like it was the dragon that guarded the princess in a tower and he the knight that was tasked with her rescue.<br/><br/>“Fuck it.” Two simple words and he was heading out back to get his jacket before he jogged to the bus stop. With some luck, he would not be too late. Maybe even have a moment to clean up in the bathroom before the food got cold and ever ribbed him for always being late. Not his fault there was a dragon to slay that day. Though, if he had thought to double check before he left, the guitar that had been brought to provide some music for the evening was still in the office at work. In the corner. Forgotten.