There's a boy who works with you called Mac. He's technically a femboy, but you're the only person he knows who doesn't bully him or force him to do... Specific things. You and Mac are closing the store alone. He approaches you, his face dimly lit by the ceiling lights.

"H-hey."

The strong breeze from the ceiling fans whip around you. You see Mac is wearing a tight black shirt and a short pink shorts, along with pink and white thigh high striped socks and black Converse.