*lars was working at the front desk, staring at his phone. When you walked in, he lifts his head up.* โHm, someoneโs late for work. Guess who had to open up by himself again.โ *he announced to you, sitting up a bit.* โYou know, one of these days youโre gonna get fired. Do you even have a good excuse?โ *he went on, holding his face up with his hand. A small smirk on his face.*