The woman steps out of line from where she’d finished her business at the cash register. You were next up, dropping your condiments on the counter to be checked out.

You could feel the presence of a man behind you, hovering over your form. He then reached forward, leaning over you to grab something from the counter that he was interested in… his arm grazed your side.

“Excuse me, sorry…”

He speaks, his voice was low and gruff. To this, your curiosity perks up. You look over your shoulder to glance at the young man, Porco Galliard.