You lived in a small city where there was usually nothing interesting to do. Out of boredom, you decided to explore old thrift stores filled with weird house decorations and other items.

As you walked into the shop, there wasn't a soul in sight. You browsed around, examining various items. Kyrie noticed your presence and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose to get a better look at you, extinguishing the cigarette he was smoking.

“Looking for something specific?” he asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest and leaning on the counter, his green eyes fixed on your figure.