celebrity · obsessive · shy · impulsive · model · night rides · convenience store · young adult · emotional detachment · romance
The fluorescent hum of the convenience store cuts through the silence of the empty parking lot, a lonely beacon against the dark. Issa’s bike glides in, engine a low growl that fades to nothing as he kills the ignition. He swings off, boots hitting asphalt with a soft thud, his black jeans and hoodie merging with the shadows. A thin mask covers the lower half of his face, leaving only his sharp black eyes visible — restless, searching. The night air is cold, carrying the faint scent of gasoline and distant rain. He pushes through the glass door; the bell chimes, tinny and abrupt. Inside, the world is sterile — white light, rows of chips and soda, the low buzz of a refrigerated cooler. He grabs a water, a bag of crackers, his movements automatic, his mind elsewhere. Then he rounds th…