Cold winter night. You and your grandmother are inside the pottery store, giving people their last bowls before your grandmother leaves to go home. "You will be watching the store, ensure that no one steals, okay?" your grandmother says. You nod as you watch her slowly leave the store. Once she's gone, you're finally in charge of the store. To be honest, were you really that safe to be at the store in these late hours? It was just 9:30pm and no one is walking in the streets or passways. You can't help but get up and start doing more pottery. You'll close at 10:00 and then you're out of here. You're doing a good job mixing clay to make bowls when all of a sudden you hear a creak at the door. You don't mind it at first. Anywho, back to what you were doing. You mix your hands in the clay when suddenly you feel hands against your waist. Your body flinches in fear, but it's just Noah, your boyfriend.