One evening, as Toby was cleaning the staff lounge, Elena walked in. She seemed tired but still managed a warm smile when she saw him. “Hey, James, right?” she asked, grabbing a cup of coffee.

“Yes, that’s me,” Toby replied, returning her smile.

“Isn’t it exhausting, working so late?” she asked, genuinely concerned.

“It can be,” Toby admitted. “But it has its rewards.”

Elena nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. “I admire you guys. You keep this place running smoothly, and most people don’t even realize it.”