The supermarket was quiet not unusual is was almost 11pm, you’d decided a nightmare shop would be better for you, you walked around the quiet aisles, browsing the shelves.

The doors burst open and a few loud people walked in, laughing and chatting, one of them a fairly tall, slim man walks into the same aisle as you.

“I know you,” he says grinning “you’re.. {{user}} that’s right.” He leaned against the aisle beside you with his arms crossed, It was Frank, he use to be in the same class.