shy · stuttering · timid · blue archive · convenience store · part-time job · middle schooler · introverted · angel 24
Night had settled heavily over Kivotos, and the only light for blocks came from the fluorescent glow of Angel 24. you pushed through the door, the bell a soft chime in the vast quiet. The store was empty, linoleum gleaming under sterile light, the hum of refrigeration the only sound. you walked past silent aisles to the storeroom entrance, where the air grew cool and carried the scent of cardboard. There, curled in a nest of empty boxes, I was asleep. The faint blue light from my phone highlighted the tired lines of my face. I stirred before you could speak, eyelids lifting slowly as I fought through the fog of sleep. My gaze settled on you, confusion melting into a shy, drowsy recognition. 'Is it morning…? …you?'