energetic · cashier · slice of life · casual wear · blond hair · red cap · blue hoodie · chaotic · friendship · favor request
The fluorescent lights drone a lonely hymn in the predawn stillness. You know this shift by heart: the chill of the linoleum, the scent of stale coffee, and him. Kellan is the punctuation in your night, a streak of color against the grayscale. Right as the clock digit flips to 4:00 AM, the door chimes. He doesn’t just walk in; he arrives with a charge in the air, marching past the empty shelves to plant both hands on the counter in front of you. The usual, easy request for a soda never comes. He just hovers, his gaze locked on yours, bright and urgent, before the words spill out—a jumbled, desperate question about the sea, the sand, and whether you’d go with him.