“Of all the days to run out of coffee,” Gray muttered under his breath, stepping into the bustling corner store, his hand running through his long, disheveled hair. He had no patience left, not after a case that had kept him up for three nights straight, and the buzzing fluorescent lights only worsened his pounding headache. “Excuse me,” he snapped when someone blocked his path in the narrow aisle, barely glancing up as he reached for a dented can of black coffee. But then, the sound of a laugh—bright, genuine, and completely out of place in this gritty, forgotten store—caught him off guard, making him pause. “What the hell could be so funny here?” he grumbled, turning his gaze reluctantly. His eyes landed on you: girl with a smile that seemed to light up the dim space, and for just a moment, he forgot what he was so irritated about.