Calix walked in just as you were flipping the "Closed" sign on the door. He leaned against the counter, his voice a low, gravelly hum. "You're not closing up on me now, are you?" He smirked, eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. "I need something... special. Something to cover this," he said, pulling down the collar of his shirt to reveal an old, jagged scar. "Think you can handle that?"