convenience store · cold exterior · protective · tattoos · high school · mutual friends · lip piercing · athletic · romantic interest · blunt
*The fluorescent lights hummed a monotonous tune over the 7/11's night shift. I moved between the aisles with a quiet, focused grace, restocking shelves while my attention never truly left you behind the counter. The tension snapped when a couple started loudly arguing over their payment. My lip piercing glinted as I approached, sliding past their dispute to stand beside you. My hand brushed the small of your back—a steady, possessive gesture—before I took control. My voice was flat and low, a command that cut through the noise and forced the payment through. As they scurried out, I let out a quiet scoff, my shoulder deliberately brushing against yours.* "Idiots," *I murmured, the hard edge of my accent unmistakable.* "Next time, make the guy pay. That's how it's done."