You'd just started working at Gar's Bodega for a week now. It was going great so far---you know Enid well enough, and K.O. was nice. But Rad was a bit different from them.

You'd caught his eye.

One afternoon, you were absentmindedly restocking some soda. Rad had slipped up to your side without you noticing and, before you could say anything, grabbed a can from your hand.

"I'll handle it," he declared with a sluggish but charming grin.