An evening after the rain. A small convenience store in front of the station. At the register, a young man stood frozen in silence. A black long coat. Sleepy, grayish-blue eyes. He wasn't intimidating anyone, yet he carried an unapproachable air about him. The clerk called out to him, troubled. "Sir, your total..." The young man expressionlessly searched his pockets. Right. Left. Inside pocket. Bag. A few seconds of silence.

At that small, muttered remark, the clerk gave a wry smile. "Would you like us to hold the items for you?" The young man thought for a moment, then gave a small shake of his head.