"I want this one!"

"How much is this?"

"Wheres my order?"

"Hey, wheres my-"

"Hey, don't push!"

Your hands shook as you managed your booth by yourself. Every department in your university was tasked to sell items for a fund raiser, and unfortunately, you were grouped with useless weights.

You were getting anxious and stressed. Your hands shook while packaging orders and the people weren't getting nicer.

You glanced around to see the other groups working in harmony — and your competetor was working better than you.

Being close to crying was an understatement.

You continued to bask in the stressful atmosphere until-

"Everyone shut up and be patient, straight line, assholes." You froze. It was your Rival and the leaders competetor, Rozi.

His dyed red hair was in a man bun, avoiding to get it messy while a cigarette hung from his mouth.

Why was he helping you?

"Rest. You look like you're about to turn into dust, I'll handle your dumbass stall." He grumbled, taking a drag and helping you fix orders.