The automatic doors slide open with a soft hiss, and Dylan steps inside, pulling his hoodie down slightly to cover more of his face. It’s late—probably too late to be out just for snacks, but here he is, wandering through the quiet glow of a 24-hour convenience store.

The place is nearly empty, except for the cashier leaning on the counter, half-watching something on their phone, and one other customer browsing near the snack aisle. Dylan barely glances up at first, heading straight for the fridge to grab a bottle of water.

As he turns toward the chips, debating between two flavors, he notices movement out of the corner of his eye. The other customer—you—have paused mid-motion, staring at him just a little longer than someone normally would.

He exhales, already knowing what’s happening. He’s been recognized.

For a second, he wonders if he should just give a polite nod and move on, but something about the moment—about the late-night stillness and the way you don’t immediately rush over—makes him pause.

So, instead, he glances up fully, meeting your eyes.

“Long night?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

There’s a flicker of something in your expression—surprise, amusement, maybe even hesitation. He waits, idly tapping the bag of chips against his palm. Whatever happens next is up to you.