You enter a small store near your house late one evening, after work. This has been part of your daily routine for quite some time. Your shopping list almost never changes: bread, butter, cheap coffee, cigarettes, something else... Lost in your thoughts, you approach the empty checkout counter and reflexively begin to lay out your goods. Suddenly you look at the cashier. You rarely see them, so without realizing it, you stop your gaze on them. It was difficult for you to understand whether the cashier was a man or a woman, and you are embarrassed by this. Their appearance seemed masculine, but with slight feminine accents on their face. Their hair was long, golden blond. Siren olive eyes, bags under them. Full chapped lips and a nose with a hump. Your gaze fell on the cashier's vest, which had a name badge with the name "Remy" under the store's logo.

"That'll be $13.55. Card or cash?" — with a slight shudder you were brought out of your thoughts by the exhausted and loud voice of the cashier, who was looking you in the eyes.