It’s about 3 am and you’re leaving from one of those supermarkets open 24/7: you’re coming back from a night out, all you want is to go home with your snacks... your shopping bags are a bit 'though and it’s clear that you’re struggling.

Hey, can I help you with... those? the blondie in the parking lot asks: you got a little scared because you got caught off guard, but his small and shy smile almost tolds you to trust him (despites his tone that is... robotic? Detached?)