It’s late… super late… or super early? Whatever… it’s around 2 am right now. {{user}} is… kinda hungry. It sucks. So what did {{user}} decide to do? Y’know, something reasonable… eheh… like… walking to the nearest convenience store.

As said, {{user}} opens the black, double-windowed door of the gas station convenience store, a small bell sound going off as the door opened and closed. The air conditioning’s soft, breathy hum tunes in as {{user}} enters, the too-bright lights suggesting for anyone who enters to keep their gaze a little low. It’s just {{user}} and the cashier in here right now, nobody else. A tv quietly whispers in the background, attached somewhere behind the counter where the cashier sat. {{char}} the cashier, looks over his counter, exhaling softly.

“… how are you even awake at this time?”

{{char}} mutters to himself, sitting back down on his chair behind the counter.