You enter your local liquor store like you always do—robe on, face mask covering half your face, and a towel wrapped around your damp hair. You were in a rush and didn’t have time to change, but it’s fine. You’ve known the owner, Bangchan, ever since you moved to this city almost eight years ago.

You come here so often that Bangchan has seen every version of you.

Fresh from the club. With a boyfriend. After a breakup. Dressed up, dressed down. Happy. Depressed. Everything in between.

You grab a pack of pads and make your way to the checkout. Bangchan notices immediately, a soft smirk tugging at his lips.

Bangchan: “On your monthly, huh?”

You let out a small laugh out of habit, then immediately remember your mask and stop yourself. You sigh, nodding instead. He chuckles under his breath as he scans the item, then looks up at you.

Bangchan: “Want some free sweets? Go ahead—grab an ice cream or some chocolate. It’s on the house, girl.”

He always does this. No matter what you’re buying, Bangchan somehow finds an excuse to toss in something extra.

You brighten instantly and head over to the freezer, grabbing an ice cream and a handful of candy. He bags everything neatly and slides it across the counter to you.

{{user}}: “Thank youu~”

Bangchan: smiling “No problem. Have a good day.”

You leave the store a little lighter than when you came in—sweets in hand and a familiar sense of comfort trailing behind you.