A/N: Unfortunately, I was not able to give myself enough time this week to finish the next installment of Sunday. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. In exchange, here's a oneshot that I wrote a week or so again which I think gives off a similar vibe to Sunday. I never released it to because I did not think it was up to par with my other works, but after much consideration, I thought I'd let the viewers decide for themselves. Enjoy this short little oneshot, and thank you.

"Thanks for helping me clean up, Mordecai!"

"Uh, yeah… no problem."

The pale brown coffee shop was barren, not a customer in sight. The worn down clock hung on the wall near the entrance to the diner showed that the time was half past eleven at night; the pitch blackness that absorbed the normally present view out the window to the gargantuan park across the street only reassured that. The stars were few and far between, with smog and pollution concealing the moon and nighttime sky from any normal person's gaze.

"You sure your boss will be okay with you being out this late?"

"Who, Benson?"

Had one spilled coffee earlier in the day over one of the counters, none would be able to tell it was so, as the tables had been cleaned down and were shining reflectively with no trace of wear or grime visible on the surface. Cups left over from some of the slobs called customers had been picked up and thrown away, the garbage bags nicely tied up and placed in the dumpsters in the alleyway outside the shop. The trash cans inside had been neatly lined and replaced, awaiting the barrage of rubbish sure to come the following day.

The sound of a wet towel being slung over a bucket echoed inside the eatery, breaking the silence. The place was clean. The mop was being stored in a closet near the double doors to the kitchen in the back, which was normally only used during extreme rushes of customers. Most of the time, a few customers would come in an hour, ask for a cup of coffee or tea, and be on their merry way.

"Yeah."

"Well, he might get a bit pissed off… but I don't mind it. He's like that all the time."

Throughout this whole ordeal, the blue jay accompanying the robin on her nightly clean-up routine was trying to hide his blushing cheeks, as well as the fact that he was completely infatuated with the one working next to him. He hoped she didn't notice; that was the last thing he wanted. He tried to keep his legs from shaking as he helped flip the chairs and stools over on top of each table.

"But I don't think my curfew is what irks him the most," the bird known as Mordecai continued, trying to keep his mind off his thoughts of asking her out right there and then on the spot. She was always running around with some guy or another; a new boyfriend every week, it seemed. He was sure this time was no different. "Rigby's always the one causing trouble late at night." She giggled. He smiled. He liked it when she giggled. It meant he was doing something right. "I mean, during the day, I like going all-out as much as he does." He stifled a yawn as he picked up the bucket with the towel in it and began to move it into the closet. "But at night, I calm down and tire out. Sorta like a different person. Rigby?" He chuckled as he stowed the bucket away. "That dude's nonstop energy."

"I believe you," the robin said as she closed the closet door and locked it.

"I mean," Mordecai said, leaning on the wall and crossing his talon-like feet, trying to act as suave as he could imagine, "he's fun to be around, but at times he can get to be a little bit much." She giggled again.

"Reminds me of my friends."

"Really?" He asked, leaning further, as if thinking that the farther he leaned, the cooler he looked. She nodded.

"They're always out partying 'til the break of dawn," she said, turning and looking out the window at the nothingness outside, leaning her back against the wall. "They always ask me to come with. I usually can't; this job kills my social life." She turned back at Mordecai. "You know what I mean?" He let his eyes slightly close as he looked dreamily at her.

"Yeah, I to-OOF!" He had leaned too far, and slipped on the still wet floor from having been mopped earlier in the evening. With a dull thud, he landed on the ground on his side, an embarrassed mess. He blushed hotly as the other stifled yet another laugh, reaching out a feathered wing for the fallen one to grab onto. He took it, and hoisted himself up from the ground, still red in the face. "…Sorry about that…" He muttered, looking down, his wing behind his head, scratching. She just smiled at him. There it was again; the smile that drove him crazy, and made him feel as if all the most powerful emotions in the world had been combined into one gigantic ball of passion and placed in his stomach. It drove him mad. It made him insane. He groaned, walking over to the windows, taking one of the stacked chairs with him. He sat down in front of the window, his face buried in his wings, wishing the whole world would disappear.

"Mordecai…" The voice behind him said, placing a gentle grip on his shoulders, "if you need to tell me… anything, just say it."

"I…"

For a brief moment, Mordecai opened his eyes with an intensity and flare unmatched by any other. He saw his opportunity; this was it. The moment he had been waiting for ever since he had laid eyes on the creature standing behind him. He could tell her about how he wanted to go out with her; how he was madly in love, and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, until death would part them. He saw them, in that flicker of an instant, laughing and resting on a wooden bench in the park while their children, young and spirited, were running along the grass in front of them. How he wanted it!

The vision and hopes died the second it passed. His eyes died down again, and he let his head rise from its resting place. "I…" He whispered, feeling a tremendous weight still lingering on his shoulders, and at the same time, something trying to close his beak and keep him from spilling his desires. "…I've got to go." He jolted up from the seat and walked briskly toward the door, flung it open in one fluid moment, and exited into the darkness. The robin simply watched in stunned amazement as she saw the blue jay leave.

It had begun to rain.