Latenight Supermarket | Kitten

Oliver froze. A pair of worn sneakers stood two yards away. He tilted his head up—past baggy jeans, past a wrinkled blue polo shirt with a name tag that read “Darius”—to a tired, kind face with glasses slipping down a freckled nose.

“Okay,” Darius whispered. “Here’s the deal. You can stay until my shift ends at six. But you have to help.” kitten latenight supermarket

The inventory here is vastly different from the human equivalent. Oliver froze

“You ever feel like this place is the only thing holding the night together?” she asked Darius. kitten latenight supermarket