Before I knew it, it was 11PM and my shift was over. I had spent the last 30 minutes thinking about how I would say goodbye. We had only worked together for 6 months, we weren’t friends and we had nothing in common. Our relationship was simple and consisted of small-talk. But we enjoyed each others company.

We both walked up to one another, knowing we would never see each other again. We exchanged hands and wishes for the best. He told me to “drive carefully”.

The drive home was quite sad. I thought about the last 6 months. He didn’t mean much to me, but I still liked him. It’s very rare that you get to say goodbye to someone. One less nice person in my life.