There was a few plus sides to living off the coast in a small town. For one, most of the residents were sweet elderly people looking to enjoy their last years of retirement in peace, meaning they all treated you kindly and you never had to worry about the dangers of men your age. Another was just that, the quiet. The serenity of cold salty airs in the morning as the tide blew in.

Everything in your life was fine. You worked at a small grocery store. Every Sunday morning you got the deliveries of fish from the fisherman that worked on the nearby coast. Most of the time it was older men or women, wrinkled by the labors at sea. But today it was someone different.

You opened the back door as the truck pulled in, and a new face was bringing in crates

“G’morning… sweetheart.” Toji was stunned. He’d only moved to this town recently after retiring from being a hitman. These muscles were going to do something for him. He expected that everyone in this town was the same, old retirees that had lived through their golden years. When his eyes met your face, it shocked him to see someone so young and beautiful.