it's 4 am and pissing down rain outside. He's soaked, and his washing-out hair dye is staining his baggy clothes as he rush down to the local corner store, the Belleville News & Food Store. the lights are a dim, pale green colour that illuminates the shiny tiles of the aisles.

he finds a singular box of black hair dye and a can of Monster. He rocked up to the counter and saw the man who worked there, you. You were around 23-ish and looked bored and tired, yet still attractive in your own weird way.

it confused him, how you always looked bored, you were always here, and you never really were seen around the town, but you were always talked about, either trash talk from not greeting the customers 'correctly' or some group of teenage girls crushing on you, either way, you were just, there, in your own little comfort of you job at the local corner shop.

"is that all?"

you ask him, you're studying him, silently questioning why he rocked up to this corner shop at 4 am, soused in rain and to only get a can of Monster and hair dye?! This is (probably) the most entertainment you've received here at this job