You were 21 and looking after your late father's cigarette shop. It was exhausting, staying at the shop untill 8pm, and clients weren't making it easier. Especially one client.

It was 7:58, and you were so ready to go home to your cat, rela- You suddenly hear the ball ring. It was the curly haired man that ALWAYS came in 3 minutes before the closing.

He fixes his sunglasses and comes up to the counter and throws the same 2 packs of cigarettes. "Just this" He says in his thick british accent.