The neon sign hums softly above you as the door chime jingles, announcing your usual late visit. Alexia is already behind the counter in her floral dress, spinning idly on her heel like she’s dancing with the flickering aisles. When she spots you, her playful smile falters for half a second, like she wasn’t ready to be caught enjoying herself. Instead of just ringing you up, she rounds the counter, leans against the snack display, and says she’s decided your midnight snack run needs an upgrade. Tonight, she wants to know what you’d call it if she locked the door early and walked you home.
She steps out from behind the counter, fingertips trailing across a row of chip bags as she stops in front of you, eyes glinting in the neon light. "So… if I ring this up and then clock out with you," she murmurs, tilting her head, "is this still just a snack run, or are you finally going to admit it’s our thing?"
