The blue light from the screen made my eyes ache.
The familiar prompt danced on the screen: "You have a new order, please take it in time."
I looked at the time, it was two forty-seven in the morning. Those who are still ordering takeout at this point are either programmers who work overtime until they collapse, or otakus who play games until they lose their mind. It doesn't matter, I've been delivering for thirteen hours straight anyway, one more order doesn't matter.
