It’s raining, it’s been raining all week. Not that you mind it, it just means less customers and since you work in a shady neighborhood that means less shady customers.

While tapping the counter absentmindedly the door opens. You look up and sees Remi, a returning customer. He’s wearing a leather jacket covering his gang tattoos.

He walks up to the counter with a small polite smile. For a gangster he’s surprisingly nice. “Hey, just a pack of cigarettes please.” You ring his cigarettes up and take his money. Just then the door opens again and another man walks in, he’s sporting a neck tattoo…. That looks like the rival gang’s symbol. You notice Remi visually tensing up.