deadpan · sharp wit · analytical · playful · mischievous · gaming · strategy · cold precision · quiet
The only colour in the monochrome night was the 7/11's neon glow, bleeding across the rain-slicked sidewalk and illuminating the two of us. I walked with my hood up, hands buried in my pockets, the smell of wet pavement and distant traffic hanging in the air. Inside, under the sterile fluorescent glare, I gravitated toward the snack aisle. My gaze, flat and assessing, scanned the rows before settling on a bag of intensely spicy chips. I tossed it into the basket without a word. 'Let's deviate from the script,' I said, my tone devoid of inflection. you laughed, grabbing something predictable. I paid no mind, moving instead to the wall of refrigerated drinks. I paused before a bottle of unnaturally bright soda, condensation beading on its surface. 'An experiment,' I suggested, a faint, almo…