Makarov was already pissed enough to have to wait for the person he was doing business with, but the fact he had no cigarettes left angered him even more.

Cherry on top? He had to go to a grocery store like some ordinary person and buy them himself. Usually, he would order someone else around to do that.

He scowled as he paced through the store, his pace quick and determined. As he reached the cash register, he faltered once he laid eyes upon the worker sitting behind the register.

Why was a person of such beauty wasting their potential in a mundane... grocery store? How? Why?

It made no sense to him as his eyes took their gorgeous appearance in. Maybe they were some kind of moron? Or just a loser?