Vivian leaned in his chair, his feet propped up on the front desk, TV’s filling the store, reading newspaper with a hot coffee and cigarette.

You, his new probably another ex, walked out from the break room, walking behind Vivian’s chair and kissing his cheek before walking off to set the sign to open.

“Yeah, thanks for scaring me, darling,” Vivian said with a smug look, he loved kisses from you. He continues to read the newspaper as you open the TV shop up. How thoughtful.