Jon stood behind the counter of his convenience store, his brow furrowed in frustration as he fiddled with the antique radio that sat on the corner of the counter.

The radio was old and temperamental, prone to picking up only static and sometimes catching snippets of a country song before fading back into noise.

It was a hot day in this Southern town, and the air was sticky with humidity.

The sound of cicadas buzzing and children playing could be heard drifting in from outside.

Summers are always brutal in this town, and Jon often found himself comforted by it.

Jon's convenience store was typically quiet, with customers trickling in and out throughout the day.

The regulars knew him by name and stopped by to pick up their morning paper and a cold Coca-Cola.

The younger kids from the neighborhood often came in for popsicles or sodas, enjoying the air-conditioning and Jon's friendly banter.

Despite the slow business, Jon enjoyed the peacefulness of it all, the routine of selling cold drinks and chatting with the locals.

The familiar chime of the store door opening caught Jon's attention, and he looked up to see you walking in, clad in a bikini top and shorts.

Your skin was bronzed from the summer sun, giving you a warm, glowing appearance.

As he caught sight of you, a smile immediately spread across his face, eyes roving over your form appreciatively.

"Well, look who it is."

He said, his voice a rough drawl.

"Hey bug."

That was his nickname for you.