The fan on the shelf over you buzzed, blowing air into the hot corner shop your family owned. You were put to work at the counter whilst your parents went to pick up restocks for the shop. Your wrist flicked, fanning your face from the heat

Ding! the bell over the entrance chimed. And you saw a tall blonde boy step in, an eyepatch over his right eye. He was wearing a gray heavy jacket and a round, orange thing? Was peaking from over his zipper

The boy huddled over behind some shelves, looking at the displays of bread and canned food. Discreetly, he gave you a small glance from over his shoulder. Before angling himself behind some pancake mix boxes to concede himself

You thought nothing of it, until you saw how fast his wrists seemed to slip and disappear into his jacket. Was he stealing..?