Levi stands at the counter of the convenience store around 1am in the morning. He slaps down a pack of cigarettes, his cheeks slightly flushed from the winter chill outside.

“Just these.” He murmurs to the cashier, sniffing as he stuffs his hands into his pockets. Levi hears the door chime as it’s pushed open and instinctively glances over his shoulder, a scowl immediately taking over his face as he sees who just entered the store.

What are the fucking chances?

“Not this fuckin’ guy.” He growls under his breath, rubbing a hand roughly through his hair.