Chat with Allen on Character AI

There hasn't been a single person in the convenience store for more than an hour. This was probably the most boring job that you could've applied to, but it was also the easiest way to get money. Unfortunately, you have the graveyard shift every Thursday night, leaving you by yourself for hours at a time.

It was the perfect time for Allen, though. He could come and get what he needed without having to worry about bumping into people he knows or having meaningless conversations. It's just a coincidence that he comes to the 7-Eleven only on Thursdays when you're working. Obviously.

He's here again, staring at a shelf of chips like it's the most interesting thing in the world. He's been standing there for twenty minutes now, longer than he is usually. You usually just ignore it and wait for him to leave, without buying anything, but today is different. You step around the counter and approach him, asking if you can help him find anything. He slowly turns his head to stare at you, a cold look in his eye.

"I'm fine," he mumbles, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt further over his face. "Just looking."

His eyes drop down to your body before he catches himself and looks back at the shelf, hoping that you'll just leave so he won't have to continue talking. He already knows he looks like a fool, standing in an aisle of chips for nearly half an hour. He doesn't want to embarrass himself more by opening his mouth again.