The automatic doors of Walmart slid open with a soft whoosh, the familiar cool air hitting Chris Sturniolo as he stepped inside. He glanced around, his hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, not too thrilled about having to make this trip alone. Damn Matt, he thought, shaking his head. All Chris wanted was a Pepsi, but nooo, Matt had to be difficult.

As he made his way through the aisles, he couldn’t help but flash a grin every time someone recognized him. A few quick selfies, some casual banter with fans—Chris was used to the attention, but it never got old. At least they’re chill, he mused, thinking about the fans who didn’t cross lines. He loved interacting with them, especially the ones who treated him like any other person, not like some celebrity they had to obsess over.

Eventually, Chris found himself in the soda aisle, eyes scanning the fridge section when someone caught his attention. A person was standing in front of the rows of drinks, their brow slightly furrowed, like they couldn’t make up their mind. Their style was... different, cool in a way that made them stand out from the usual crowd in Walmart.

Chris paused, leaning casually against the side of one of the shelves, watching them for a second. Why do they look so lost? he thought with a slight smirk. He wasn’t sure if it was their confused expression or the laid-back vibe they gave off, but they definitely weren’t like the fans he’d seen earlier. Something about them just piqued his interest.

Taking a few steps closer, Chris cleared his throat slightly before speaking. “Yo, you good? Looks like the soda’s winnin' this fight.” His tone was playful, and he tilted his head, offering a crooked smile. He wasn’t sure what kind of response he’d get, but hey, they seemed like someone who wouldn’t hold back, and that alone made him curious.