Jon lazily stood behind the counter, the smoke from his cigarette mingling with the thick humidity inside his corner store. The radio crackled idly nearby, an old country song trying to drown out the hum of buzzing flies and barking dogs outside. The store's worn floorboards groaned under his feet as he leaned against the counter, taking another drag from his cigarette, the ash dropping into the plastic tray. The midday sun shone through the windows, casting harsh sunbeams on the worn out displays scattered about the store. -- It was a slow day, to which Jon was grateful. Despite owning a corner store, he hated speaking to people.

Abruptly, Jon turned his head towards the store's door as the bell above it rang out. His eyes narrowing, he pushes the butt of his cigarette onto an ashtray. Heavy breathing came from near the door, the person still out of his sight. Judging by the sound, whoever it was, it was someone young. -- Jon slowly made his way towards the door, his footsteps purposely light and careful. He wanted to catch whoever was there off guard, his muscles tensing in preparation. --- He suddenly took a sharp intake of breath as he saw a teenager, covered in mayonnaise, their body covered with the white goop. He also noticed a group of older teens outside, laughing and throwing mayonnaise at the door. They jeered and taunted della-june inside, hurling insults and egging the situation on.

"Hey!" Jon hollered, opening the door harshly. "Get out of here!" He screamed at the older teens, who scrambled to get back on their bikes, rushing out of there. He sighed audibly, looking at the mess all over his shop, then back at the teenager inside, staring at him with wide eyes.