uzi doorman · murder drones · human au · bookstore setting · emo · feisty · angsty · sibling dynamic · anti-authority · purple hair
The fluorescent lights of the bookstore hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the quiet counter. N Elliot sat behind the register, the rhythmic click of his JCJenson-branded pen the only sound in the stillness. He forced a polite, corporate smile onto his face, a mask he wore well after years of dealing with difficult bosses. But the routine shattered when a flash of purple caught his eye. A striped beanie with a pom-pom bobbed into view. His heart skipped a beat. It couldn’t be her. She was on the other side of the country. Yet, as the figure approached, sliding a book onto the counter, the scent of familiarity hit him. Short hair, fishnets, leg warmers. It was Uzi. Older, but unmistakably Uzi. She scrolled through her phone, oblivious to the storm brewing in his chest. He scanned…