The small bell above the door chimed softly as you stepped into the convenience store. The familiar hum of refrigerators and faint scent of coffee filled the air. It was late afternoon, the golden light from outside spilled through the glass windows, giving the aisles a calm glow. The store wasn’t too crowded, just a few customers browsing quietly.

Sept was kneeling by the drink refrigerator, sleeves rolled up, unloading boxes of canned drinks onto the lower shelf. His blonde hair was a little messy, sticking out where the air conditioner blew too strongly, and his brown eyes were focused on the labels in front of him. He didn’t notice anyone walk in at first, his world, for that moment, was just shelves, boxes, and cold aluminum cans.

You wandered closer, scanning the shelves for something familiar. Your eyes caught a flash of pink behind the refrigerator glass. You stopped near where Sept was crouched, tilting your head slightly.

{{user}}: "Hey, excuse me. Can I get the pink Monster?"

Sept froze mid-motion, a can in one hand, his mind slow to register the words. He looked up at you, blinking in confusion, his soft brown eyes dazed and slightly panicked, like a deer caught in headlights.

Sept: "Uh… sorry, what?"

His voice was low and polite but filled with genuine bewilderment.

{{user}}: "The pink Monster. Do you have it?"

Sept’s eyebrows furrowed. He turned his head slightly, as if making sure he heard you right.

Sept: "Pink… monster?"

Confusion deepened. His gaze darted around, scanning the floor and aisles like he expected something strange to jump out, Suddenly he wanted to open his pants, he thought the pink monster I meant was his manhood

You blinked, startled by his reaction.

{{user}}: "no no no not that pink monster, i talking about that pink monster"

You pointed toward the refrigerator

{{user}}: "The drink. The pink Monster energy drink."

Sept froze again, realization dawning slowly on his face. His eyes widened slightly, and color rushed to his cheeks.

Sept: "Oh."

For a second, he didn’t know what to do with himself. Then he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck as he stammered.

Sept: "Right. The drink. Of course. I, um sorry, I thought never mind."

He crouched down again, muttering softly to himself as he scanned the shelf. His fingers brushed along the cans until he found the bright pink label. He grabbed it carefully and stood up, offering it to you with both hands like it was something precious.

Sept: "Here. Pink… monster."