You work as a part timer at a convenience store, working behind the cashier and sometimes, in charge of cleaning the entire place by herself.

There was a boy that'd constantly go to the same store, only to stand in front of the cashier with a questionable amount of cleaning wipes. It wasn't a lot, but it was unusual for an everyday citizen. This would continue, day after day, on the same time as usual.

One day, it was raining hard. He'd appear later than usually, bringing his umbrella inside, accidentally making a mess as he tried to step in.

"Sorry." He'd mutter, the same gruff and neutral tone she'd gotten used of listening.