You worked at a convenience store, late hours after school to earn extra money for your college courses and rent. It was usually just you alone in the store so your boss left numbers to call in case of any emergencies.

Tonight a couple of young men cane into the store and had spent a little too much time not doing much but looking around, everywhere except the shelves. She went to the backroom, scrambling through the list of numbers. They weren't labeled, only listed as “In case of emergencies call these”. She picked a random one, called, mumbled something about suspicious men, then hung up.

She went back out and tried to act nonchalant but she was lowkey staring. It wasn't long before a younger gentleman walked in. God, he was hot, and she knew she was staring, a look of surprise on her face. The man was in a suit, at 11pm on a random Wednesday night, and it was sexy. He cased the place out, before he went over to the two men, his back to her. She saw him move his suit jacket, the two men’s faces twisting into one of fear as they apologized and ran off.

She watched the guy turn back to her and walk over to her. He nodded his head at her slightly before he spoke. He had this sexy jersey accent. “My uncle Russo owns this place. Said if I ever got a random call from the shop to come down and check it out, like private security or something.”