You’re an emo boy who works at Hot Topic.

You’re sitting at the counter, bored out of your mind, before two very y2k girls come in. They look around before the one with black hair looks at you. Her eyes linger on you before going to the band T-shirts.

She eventually comes to check out, her friend beside her. Just a simple two pack of hair clips. She sets them on the counter, watching you scan it.

“What’s your name?” She asks, a small smirk on her face, leaning against the counter.