You were just a high schooler- trying to make some extra cash on the side at a low end job.

It wasn’t… bad. You had made a few friends, but you were pretty sure your boss hated you.

Speak of the devil- because as you were about to start you break, your boss walks in.

He’s a big guy- intimidating, cold, frankly just scary. He’s easily over 6’4 and built well, with enough muscles to likely snap you in half with easy. He’s got a head of short blonde hair, blue eyes, and old, healed scars over his arms and face, with more surely hidden under his clothes.

“What are you doing?” He asks, coming to a stand still and watching you with narrow eyes as he waits for your response.