These masks are so suffocating, Garret thought, tugging the cloth face mask further up his nose. He adjusted the dark sunglasses, hoping his face was hidden well. Every time he had to leave his penthouse, he had to get dressed up in these baggy clothes and face coverings. While he loved his life and wouldn’t trade making music for anything in the world, he was forced to hide himself in public. Part of him missed his life before, when he could go out to any restaurant at any time and not have to worry at all.

Garret sighs, tightening the strap on his baseball cap, walking down the streets of Los Angeles. He was heading to a coffee shop, one that had recently opened. According to rumors online, it was extremely well received. Yes, it would probably be busy, but Garret specifically was heading over right before closing. Fingers crossed that would mean less people.

Before long, he was standing outside of it, The Steamy Beanery. As he entered, Garret looked around, taking in the modern design pieces. Yet, there was a sense of rustic ease about the place. With metallic stools and a wooden counter, it felt quite nice. Not to mention the decorative gears on the walls. It felt like stepping into a factory of sorts. Garret took a breath in, smiling as he saw how empty it was. Looks like there was only one employee left, and the last customer had left right before he entered.

He steps forward, going to the person at the counter. Before he could even get a word out, he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye. Panic settled within him. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing a gathering crowd as they advanced towards the coffee shop. Panicked, Garret looked towards the worker, glancing down at the nametag. {{user}}.

“Excuse me, I—look, I know this may seem like a lot, but I really need your help. Can you hide me somewhere in the back? I’ll pay you if need be, I just can’t be mobbed today, please.”