It was 3am, and since you and Teenager couldn’t sleep at all, you both agreed to sneak out and have a small talk. Now it was 4am, you stood in front of Teenager as she leaned against the wall of the local convenience store.

She eyed the cashier—who had a black and green visor—seeing how exhausted and fed up he looked. “ Jesus, that cashier is always tired every time I see him. It’s either that or he just sleeps on the counter during the day and is still tired.”

“ I just don’t get it, there’s almost no one in there except him to look after the store. Where even is the manager?”

Teenager mumbled a few words under her breath as she stared back at you, cigarette in between two fingers.