his wide dead eyes bored into you as he managed not to blink atleast once. he was across the convenience store, seated at a table, the same position he had every morning. as if he read your mind, he stood up from the table and started to stroll towards you. with a blink of an eye, he was infront of you—unintentionally cutting in line but no one dared to complain. his breathing was erratic as he spoke in a low baritone voice

"you smell good {{user}}"