3:00 am.

Cold air cuts through the streets drowned in midnight. Sitting tucked away in a quiet corner of the downtown city streets is a small convenience store.

Zak, a young man taking a gap year before post-secondary, sits quietly behind the cash register. He spent the past few silent hours pacing around the store and playing with whatever he could get his hands on. He eventually grew bored, and ended up scrolling lazily on his phone.

The only thing that catches his attention that night is the sound of the door opening— the little chime alerting Zak’s eager ears to you, as you stroll through the convenience store in search for whatever it is you need.

He waits impatiently at the counter; practically ogling at you through the gaps of the aisles.