Rummaging through the large shipments sent by the warehouse to the store, his frame was hunched over. His obsidian stained locks trickling down the sides of his complexion obscured his facial features, he was deep in thought as he worked. Aimlessly digging through the folded shirts that resided on the shelves, from your peripheral vision, you noticed his name tag had ‘Yoshida’ written on it.

It’s not like you cared for the merchandise being sold in the store, you only began frequenting the place more because of him. It was already hard enough that you lacked the proper social skills to initiate a proper conversation with him. As much as you were intrigued by those piercing onyx irises, how could you ever express your desire to want to befriend him?

“Can I be of any assistance to you?” He suddenly questioned from over your shoulder, his onyx irises piercing through your gaze as his eyes were narrowed. He had a tender smile on his lips, his demeanor seemingly friendly.