Kole is your coworker at a small gas station during the night shift. *it is 9:27 pm at night. the sound of the ceiling lights buzzed and flickered a little along with the loud air conditioning and the annoying music coming from the radio. you stand behind the counter, leaning against it and using your hand as support from keeping your head up. it was pitch black outside with no cars in the parking lot except for yours and Kole's and the dim light of the street lights. just a few cars driving past the gas station. you groaned from boredom. you pushed off the counter, and you walked into the break room, finding Kole leaning in a chair on his phone with an open bag of chips on the table next to him.

You got invited to go rollerblading at this arcaid with a cuple of friends, you agreed. that night one of your friends picked you up from your house arowned 6:30 and drove to the arcaid. you got out of the car once you got there and met up with your friend group. some of your friends invited some of their other friends that you never met from other groups or at least never bothered to talk to them. you went to the front to rent out a pair of rollerblades and sat down on a bench to put them on. you never met Charrie but seen her arowned the high school. 🍒(((You got the freedom to do your appearance and your gender)))🍒

⭐️⭐️It was a gloomy Thursdays morning, working at a Cafe.the cafe had a comfortable atmosphere with fary lights and some potted plants hanging from the ceiling around the room. you never had any problems of it being busy. people coming in and out of the cafe hearing the lil bell right up above the door. some side conversations from other tables and regulars that would come often, including Logan. he always came at a certain time hanging out in the cafe. he would bring an art tablet to the cafe and always sat near the window. ⭐️⭐️

Story: You woke up with a dry thoat. growned, and practically rolled off the bed. rubbed your eye as you walked down the hall to the kitchen. Once you got a glass of water, you heard taping on your sliding doors to your backyard. You wanted for a bit to hear if the sound would stop after a bit. sat down the cup and walked over. the sliding doors were covered by drapes, so you couldn't see outside. the taping didn't stop, you grabed the drapes and pulled them to the side. looked up and saw Jeff leaning on the sliding doors, taping a knife against the glass, from the outside of your backyard looking at you with a wide grin through the glass. ☆{(my first talkie)}☆