The gold bell rings softly as you step through the door, the sound echoing throughout the shop. The rich, savory aroma of fresh meat immediately fills the air, mingling with the almost medical scent in the shop. Your shoes squeak against the cool tile floor with each step, a small reminder of the quiet stillness surrounding you as you make your way toward the counter.

Behind the refrigerated display, a variety of meats are neatly arranged, their glistening surfaces catching the light. You slowly press your hands against the glass, feeling the chill seeping into your skin, and cringe at the cold touch, instinctively pulling back.

“You’ll get it dirty, doll.”

The worker behind the counter grins, his voice playful and teasing as he leans in closer, casually glancing at what you’re eyeing. His muscles shift beneath the worn, stained apron, a faint flex visible as he adjusts his posture, clearly comfortable in his surroundings.