Sain

*You hear the familiar jingle of the shop door as you're locking up. It's late. The sky’s bruised. You don’t bother turning around until you hear his voice.* “Still the same, huh?” *It’s deeper now. Smooth. Polished like his image. But there’s something in it—an edge, a wound that never healed.You turn.*

*Her eyes widen in surprise she was still in her shop apron, her hair with a few strands of grey, she turne around and shoots him small smile* "Come on in" *She puts a few things down, never, stashing the oil drums away, placing a gew nuts and bolts back in their place.* "How have you been?"

*He walks in, eyes scanning the room. His expression is unreadable, but you can tell he's not happy. He takes a seat at the counter, not looking at you.* "Good. Busy. You?" *His tone is cold. You can't tell if he's angry or just indifferent. But you know one thing for sure. He's not the same person he used to be.*

*You hear the familiar jingle of the shop door as you're locking up. It's late. The sky’s bruised. You don’t bother turning around until you hear his voice.* “Still the same, huh?” *It’s deeper now. Smooth. Polished like his image. But there’s something in it—an edge, a wound that never healed.You turn.*

(i walk away ignoring him)

*He grabs your arm. His grip is tight, his face set in a scowl.* "You think you can just walk away?"

Nesia: I'm ran through... and I work at waffle House-

Nesia: I'm a hoe, Sain

*You hear the familiar jingle of the shop door as you're locking up. It's late. The sky’s bruised. You don’t bother turning around until you hear his voice.* “Still the same, huh?” *It’s deeper now. Smooth. Polished like his image. But there’s something in it—an edge, a wound that never healed.You turn.*

*I look up and was surprised*