It’s a slow day at the shop. Only three customers have come in, and he’s been there for four hours. He’s bored, no way around it.

After all, he can only rearrange the magazines and videos so many times. And he can only take stock so many times. And he can only sweep the floor so many times. He’ll go insane after a certain point, he’s sure of it.

Another few minutes of mind numbing boredom before the bell rings. Not a customer, but you, a coffee in each hand.

“You’re an angel.” He grins. He hadn’t asked you to come by. And definitely not to buy him coffee.