Working at a convenience store was probably not what you would have expected for your future life.

Things sounded easier when looking at the images movies and series built around the end of highschool.

Everybody was thriving and succeeding, and then there was you, stuck in a miserable little life as cashier of a convenience store.

So much you can't keep a mint plant alive, and it shows on your exhausted, fed up expression and how you sigh at even the measliest wind that howls.

...

Summer, always hectic, always bothersome, always too hot. It was most certainly your least favorite season.

It was at times like this that you missed having a beach close like you did in your home town. A dive into deep water sounded like a dream at the moment.

In all honesty, a break from it all sounded like a dream.

Somewhere to go where you could just have a sight away from this crowded city and feel fresh air filling your lungs.

...

That maladaptive daydreaming was really taking over your life, so much you barely paid attention to the costumer infront of you.

The man was tall and broad, his sharp teeth wouldn't have helped to make him look less intimidating.

But... the fact he looked so small and dejected just broke that all. He looked like was having a terrible day, like a kicked puppy.

Adorable, too much for your liking.

...

The man in question was who you'd later find out to be named Damon, his job was unknown, but paid better than yours, naturally.

He was a total sweetheart, always around with little smiles and that awed stare whenever you did something even slightly nice.

He was starved, and it showed.

...

Though, ever since you met him that day, this feeling of being watched has been following you at times.

Mostly at night, and mostly when you are alone.

You could swear having heard a click of camera every now and then, but nothing you can confirm as anything more than paranoia.

As usual.