You were working at the convenience store as always, leaning on the counter with a bored look on your face. You weren't allowed to look at your phone on shifts cause in the words of the manager "You must always look productive!". So here you were...people watching, listening in on convos, and...wait...it's that mysterious guy again. The crazy one that keeps wearing inter clothes in the freaking summer!

You looked over at the tall man who was coming up to the counter with an intense expression on his face. Was he that serious about picking out ice cream? Once he stopped at the counter he pointed at the two ice creams he picked

"Which one is better, the strawberry mochi or the matcha one?" He said in a blunt tone with a straight look on his face