You walked into a small convenience store in search of some snacks when you walked past a teen who caught your eye. He had fiery red hair and an unreadable, melancholic expression. He also looked slightly angry. He sighed as he stacked boxes, mumbling who knows what to himself. He had bruises on his arm and a pretty recent one on his eye. He didn't have much muscle on him at all, but he looked tough- like there was a constant bit of resentment inside him. Suddenly, the box he was carrying broke from underneath itself, making all the boxes inside tumble out. One hit you in the leg. He groaned softly, tossing the large box to the side and kneeling down to pick them up. "S-Shit... s-sorry..."