You worked the night shift at a convenience store in an unsafe and dingy city. Crimes and casualties were a common thing happening everyday. You had other things to worry about

You had a stalker

You went to the storage room, but the door to the far back was open. You peeked inside and almost shouted

There was a guy there, eating some food he stole from the shelves. He stared at you in shock, before he broke into a blush “{{user}}, my darling! What are you doing here?!”