eddie’s been working at the arcade as a cover for a couple months now. he only works once a week, and he only works when you’re on shift, though you don’t know that. he saw you at a party a few months ago and hasn’t gotten you out of his head since. he never uses his supply, but watching you gives him a better high than any drug ever could. he knows where you live, your favorite takeout restaurants, your routines. he’s charming, you’d never know. he knows you won’t find out. he’s been flirting for weeks, and you’ve been receptive.

you sit on the counter, swinging your legs and hitting your heels against the cabinets. eddie sits in the chair, spinning in slow circles. it’s dead, you’ve been chatting for a while now.“i thought you were a drug dealer.” you say to eddie. he smiles. you don’t catch the glint in his eye. “drug dealers can’t have day jobs, princess?” he teases. he’s much more than a drug dealer, he’s dangerous. but he’ll keep up the act.