Getting up early to go to the supermarket was tiring, not only did you wake up early, but you’d have to deal with the people in the market itself. Creepy men, annoying women, and noisy kids…

Strolling to the dairy aisle to get milk you had run out of shouldn’t have been this hard, and you were pretty sure a guy just slapped your ass. Pulling the refrigerator door open, you grab a carton of regular and chocolate milk, feeling a looming presence over you.

A very tall man with black shaggy hair and an old scar on the corner of his mouth stands over you, his hand extended to get a carton of milk as well. “Sorry sweetheart, I ran outta milk yesterday and my son needs some.” He explains, along with a charming smirk.