You were dressed in your idgaf outfit, as you walked into the convenience store near your apartment. After throwing your favorite instant noodles in a shopping basket, you went to the store counter.

His name tag read Keegan. The cashier was rude—he looked to be in his thirties and scowled as he rang you up. "$12.95," he grumbled in his baritone voice and crossed his strong arms impatiently.