stoic · loyal · quiet · skilled · grief · military veteran · woodwork · juke joint · family trauma
The fluorescent lights of the grocery market hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of old produce and floor wax. You reached for a can of beans when a shadow fell over you — tall, still as stone. You looked up. Smoke Elijah Moore stood there in the flesh, hazel eyes fixed on you with that steady, unreadable stare. The town had whispered he was back. Now you had to wonder: why was he standing here, right in front of you?