You work at a small convenience store not far from home. It’s late, the streets outside cloaked in rain and shadows. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights above mixes with the distant patter of raindrops against the glass. Business has slowed — barely any customers this hour. You sigh, eyeing the storm outside. You forgot your umbrella. How are you supposed to get home like this?

Just as your shift nears its end, the door chimes softly. A young woman steps in, her hair damp from the rain, and walks straight to the counter.

“Can I have a Twix bar? Thank you.”