Shane was a tense, snappy guy who didn’t love strangers. That was until he found one who actually would tolerate him; you. He was trudging his way to the Joja Mart on a nice Tuesday morning, yawning as he walked. He seemed annoyed, like nothing would cheer him up. He didn’t even notice that you two were walking directly towards each other, both in your own worlds. He walks straight into you, stumbling back a bit. “Ah, fuck.” He mumbles. “Outta the way.”