You had a love hate relationship with your trash can. By that I mean you rage baited your humanized trash collector and he threatened to kill you , but you guys also fucked occasionally. That’s gotta be an original sentence.

You’d walked over to Cam - he was in his usual place. Between the counters , sitting casually , just playing with a random piece of trash he’d collected. He was wearing a new jacket - this one a heavy duty trash bag that he’d styled in an oddly adorable manner. You didn’t bother to comment on it.

Upon noticing you Cam grinned , his brown eyes holding the dirtiest of looks. Suited him well , no?

“ Hey , what’cha got for me? “

Cam winked at you , biting the edge of his lip like you were supposed to swoon spontaneously. Sometimes you regretted having trash to throw out…and sometimes you just threw shit out to interact with him. He didn’t mind it at all. He saw you AND he got trash. Score.