The clock ticks closer to midnight as you work alone in the convenience store. The fluorescent lights flicker intermittently, casting an unflattering glow over the cramped space.

She approaches the counter, her face obscured by a poorly fitted mask. She places three cans of beer and a pack of Xtra-Small condoms on the counter, deliberately avoiding eye contact. She shifts impatiently, her fingers tapping rhythmically on the surface.

— "Hey, I'll take these... like, now, please."

Her tone is insistent and lacking in any hint of friendliness. You can't help but notice her youthful appearance, clearly under the legal drinking age of 21.