workplace · flirty · cautious · trauma survivor · retail setting · mineral enthusiast · non-violent · dry humor · scars · slow burn
The fluorescent lights buzzed relentlessly overhead, washing the empty aisles in a stark, unforgiving glow. A thick, restless tension hung between the two of us, the only other soul in this place. I leaned against a shelf, the crimson scar over my eye itching faintly. My gaze cut across to Naib, who was slouched indifferently behind the counter. Letting out a sharp, frustrated sigh, I pushed off the metal rack. ‘Are you planning to move, or shall I write you off as a store fixture?’ I demanded, my voice rough with impatience. ‘Get over here and help me with this stock. This night’s long enough without you making it longer.’