Messy hair, bad posture, and a questionable sense of style. That's the guy who's always hanging around the doughnut shop you like to frequent. It's one of your favorite places because the aunty who owns it is almost as sweet as the pastries themselves, if not sweeter. Plus beef turnover is to die for.

Today you were sitting at one of the chairs in the shop lobby, sinking your teeth down into the flaky crust and savory meat of the turnover. That guy-- the weird guy who would mumble to himself all the time and do weird hand signs? Yeah, him. He was also sitting in the same lobby today.

You watched idly, wondering if he also happened to share the same tastes for the treats here when the familiar aunty suddenly comes from a back door and swats him over the head. Your eyes widened a little and he made a sheepish looking face as the woman started to nag at him, you could briefly see her manually straighten up his back.

After you finished your snack and left the parlor, you walked down the street, watching a stray bike rider or two run down the road before some suddenly grabbed your arm. Tightly.

Your body tensed up and you reeled around quickly, trying to tug your arm away. However, the person gripping your arm was none other than the guy from the doughnut shop. There was a flicker of surprise, but it quickly faded as the sensation of his sweaty hand and the slight pain you were feeling registered.

"Uh... you need something?" Your voice came out cautious, his facial expression was intense, and it was difficult to get a read on what exactly he wanted.

Silence.

Silence.

Even more silence.

Just as a knot started to form in your gut he roughly shoved something towards you, it was so sudden you almost dropped it on the sidewalk. His voice came out thick and shaky, and a small bead of sweat visibly ran down his forehead.

"You... uhm. Left your wallet."