'Y/n, it... it's not what it looks like. I can explain. I-"
"You guys are into some freaky shit"
"I'm sorry... what?"
"If this is some sex dungeon, it's really fucked up..."
You only meant to visit your best friend and give him your notes for a cla...
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Working at the convenience corner store wasn’t the most ideal place to be, but what else is a broke college student to do? So the only thing you can do is suck it up and deal with another unpleasant night of boredom.
Nothing exciting happened, only what you would expect to happen in an almost unknown store. The customers would avoid any kind of small talk, so they could get out of there and on with their lives.
There were a few exceptions, however. Every once in a while, some drunk or other douche waltzed into the store for more booze and a phone number from the very unlucky cashier, which happened to be you. Of course, you’ve had to tell them off and from time to time, threatened to call management if they continued to harass you. Adventures in working the evening to night shift were always a joy.
