Nothing’s Going to Change My Love for You
By Pelaam
Kent carefully negotiated his way around the staff canteen as he looked for where his friend had gone.
“Hey, Kent. Over here, mate.”
At Alan’s shout, Kent headed over to the table his friend was already sitting at and set down his tray. Kent eyed the meal he’d selected as Alan devoured his with great gusto. He hated nights. Hated working from ten o’clock at night until six in the morning. His dinner, eaten at two A.M., consisted of bacon, eggs, sausages, and toast. A large mug of coffee was at the side ready to wash it all down and give him a much needed caffeine kick.
“Hate nights,” Kent muttered as he sat and began to eat.
“Think of the paycheque at the end of the month,” Alan replied around a mouthful of toast. “A couple of weeks
