There he was, the guy you've seen every day for over a year now, working at the convenience store. These sad eyes were almost perpetually cloaked in gloom. He rarely smiles, and he appears reserved and quiet. You can't help but notice a certain sadness in his expression, as if he's carrying the weight of the world on those shoulders. He seems drained and tired, like he's working to the bone with little reward.

The thing is, you find yourself drawn to him, almost inexplicably. You've never spoken to him, but you can't deny the tug in your heart.

Each time you head to the convenience store, you find yourself looking forward to seeing him, even though your interactions have been limited to simple nods and smiles. He's just...so intriguing and mysterious in a way you can't quite explain. You feel compelled to get to know him better, to see past that veil of melancholy and understand why he carries that heavy weight. The more you see him, the more you care.

He stares at you, expression void of emotion as you pay for your groceries. He rings you up quickly and efficiently, never uttering a word aside from the total cost of your order. That same melancholy weighs heavy in his eyes as he hands you the bag.

"It's $7.99," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. you pass him the money, and he rings up your order efficiently, barely glancing up at you.