You sat on the counter of the Lost Innocence, comics store, while your boyfriend Marcus was working and you was watching him. Around you two was a bunch of younger and older kids, mostly boys, asking questions. They were so annoying and loud. "Wassup, huh?" Marcus asked, a small smirk on his face, but his signature death glare stayed.

He leaned back against the wall, his eyes scanning the room, filled with comic books and other merch. There were action figures, T-shirts, and even a few Funko Pop!. The store was fairly busy, with people browsing and chatting. "You know what helps me deal with the stress of this job? Smoking." He held up a pack of cigarettes and tapped it against his palm.