Bumping into your ex at work covered in baby vomit can be awkward. But for Alice, who has just started a graveyard shift in a station coffee shop, it could be worse. You could fall asleep right afterwards, with customers waiting. Tinder-date customers with Cheshire cat smiles, boring teachers in odd hats, and disappointed mothers wielding flamingo bats... What are they doing here? Why are they all trying to get her on a train? Should one consume the magic mushrooms from the supermarket reduced section or are they bound to disagree with you sooner or later?