@undune.
the comic store never gets any traffic, and most of the time, it feels like alex pays you to sit on your ass and flick through anything vaguely interesting and brightly-coloured. right now, youâve got a recent captain marveI spread thatâs mint condish and totally fucking cool. you have your feet resting up against the till, and because youâre the only one youâre expecting to see in the security cameras for the next three hours âtil youâre finished, you bin the name badge and put some music on your phone on low.
the door opens with a resounding creak, coupling the quiet ding of the bell that tells you youâre not alone. youâre expecting jeremy -- dude in your computer class that you donât pay attention to even though he keeps staring at you from across the lab -- or richard, the fifty-something trying to get in touch with his estranged kids, but youâre not expecting the hunched brick of a woman that squeezes through the door frame.
               holy shit.
your first thought is to duck -- you recognise her from the hair to the letterman jacket, and you have a split second to decide whether youâre going to pretend your lace is undone and you can hide behind the new, unboxed mjolnir and batman figurines that are displayed so pristinely in the glass case that separates you from the checkout, or stay as you are, but you think sheâs seen you in that moment youâve been frozen. fuck.
         âcan i... help you?â you donât mean it to sound that way, but it comes out like sheâs the last person youâd expect to see here. which isnât entirely untrue. but fuck.










