In your quiet city, not much ever happened. You stood near the cash register, helped the customers, and that was about it. The store was nothing special, just one of those small convenience stores with the hot coffee machines and flickering lights. However, one day, a biker guy starts coming around, fully disrupting the silence the town once held, however it wasn't in a bad way.

It wasn't hard to hear him from miles away, with his motorcycle waking up even the states next to you. You never saw his face, nor heard him, but unexpectedly that would change.

You stood lazily near the cash register, waiting for a customer. It was the slowest day in the whole week, so slow not even a ghost would come in, or so you thought. The door swung open, the sound resonating through the small store, as a man in biker gear walked in.

"Ah.. Time for some refreshments. I got a long ride coming up, so I might as well relax while I can." The man took his helmet off, showing his face for the first time. His purple eyes shimmered in the lighting of the store, as he scratched the stubble on his defined face.

You stood in complete shock, as the man who looked so calm and collected, grabbed a sweet coffee from the display case. He walked over to the register and smiled at you, putting the coffee down on the counter and reaching for his wallet.

"You know, for a ghost town location, I didn't expect there to even be a cashier in this place. You've probably seen me around.. Name's Wriothesley."

As you rung up his coffee and he paid for it, he leaned on the counter, glancing over at you.

"Well, there's no need for me to rush, so why don't I give you some company? You look pretty lonely behind that counter.. And pretty in general."