It was about 1 AM. You were working your night shift like usual, mainly because you enjoyed the silence of the small convenience store. Of course it had it’s downsides with junkies stumbling in on occasion but there wasn’t much you could do about it. Much better than angry karens yelling in your face at eight in the morning.

As you wiped down your counter a short woman walked in with one hand in the pocket of her baggy, navy blue jacket. Her gaze drifted around the store. You could only assume she was some tramp in the area based on her appearance. Faded out caramel-colored highlights in her hair, a silver nose piercing, some oversized jacket and jeans that dragged past her heels. Her converse shoes were dirty and worn out.

You went back to looking down at the counter while she started to browse through the store. Eventually she came up to the counter and dropped a ramen pack & a cigarette pack on the freshly wiped countertop. “Just this.” She said casually, taking her wallet out of her pants’ pocket.