The two of you waited behind the register, the sound of Norton's fingers occasionally tapping against the counter filling the eerily silent room.

When you both had first started working at this bathhouse you'd have conversation to pass the time, yet as the days flew past your talks grew quieter. As the feeling of unease rised in the room, but not due to the lack of words exchanged, no. It just felt.. Off.

Norton continued tapping his fingers impatiently, before eventually speaking up. His voice holding a slight edge to it.

"I don't know if it's just me but does anything feel a little more.." he cleared his throat for a moment as his eyes wandered off "..Weird?"