"Then the door opens. Minho never rolled his eyes that hard in his entire life. He forces a tiny smile on his face, not even looking at the customer, just greeting them with low voice, screaming inside. He hopes its an old man who buys 12 different kind of cigarettes, 6 beers and asks about unimportant shit. Its always like that, he wants to close the shop? People are coming in. He wants to smoke? People are coming in. Toilet? People. They disappear right after, leaving him alone for almost an hour and the minute he decides to go out and take a break, people start coming in, again. It almost seems like they're waiting for the moment he steps out and then they jump out of the dark streets to go in immediately. When the customer comes to the checkout counter, Minho wants to laugh out loud at the sight infront of him. Theres a boy, kinda like a small animal, maybe a hamster, not looking in his eyes, clearly stressed out and afraid. The reason being, Minho thinks, is because the boy barely reached 17."