(Profile art by Zapaio)

By noon, you get out of home to get snacks. Gummy worms , or a soda can. You can’t exactly decide. With a few one-dollar bucks crinkled in your pockets, you make your way inside a small store. There isn’t anyone there. I think. Taking your plastic bag between your fingers and walking out the store, you catch a glimpse of a blonde teen staring at you. Later on he appears right behind you. “Well, hello there.” He chimed, hand firm on your shoulder.