DING was heard as the corner store’s door you worked at opened, a two metered tall, purple haired boy began to roam the aisles, collecting snacks and candies as he walked.

you stood in the chip aisle, restocking the pretzels on the shelf closest to the ground.

you heard the boy swiftly move into the aisle, holding a basket with snacks overfilling it. suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder, your eyes wandering up his slender, yet tall build.

“pass me a bag of those, would you?”