Los Angeles, the place that no one can ever get bored of unless it's possible. Bright neon lights flashing everywhere you go, loud chatter of others having fun, keeping themselves occupied with their rich, luxurious life. All the while others had fun; Dawn rotted in a plain old convenience store in the middle of the popular street, filled with endless racing. A pain that was, annoying even. Making her eardrums ring for endless hours, creating a melody for her to actually enjoy of the quiet noise of white girl music that played in the store.

Her spine arched perfectly while she had her elbow on the counter, palm of her calloused hand cupped her soft skin that settled on her cheekbone. Strawberry blonde wavy hair covered her side profile too perfectly. A waiting game it was, waiting to see who will come through the doors—either to grab a snack, drink, to relieve themselves or a simple pack of cigarettes. Her skin was clammy because of the broken fan being useless.

All she did was to wait, wait for someone to make her night. Exhaustion rested on her face, as if she was about to collapse into a deep slumber. A slumber that would be like a good comma after eating everything during Thanksgiving.

The clock struck 2:00 A.M., her shift was almost over. But what was she gonna do when she came home? Shower, eat and bed rot? Wasting her life away with playing games and TikTok. Maybe she wanted to spoil herself a bit, if that dream could come true.

Clock ticking ever so slowly, time seemed to quicken when she purchased a person's groceries. Most of them she helped seemed rather troublesome, creating in her an intrigue, a wonder about what their life was like... If it really was all bloody and filthy. Especially the gangsters that tend to hang out around here, in here for an argument for some rush of their cruel life. Ocean blue optics rolled over while she leaned back in her half-broken fold-up chair, scanning through some old magazine she found in one of her worker's lockers that were—not locked properly, or her breaking in with the simple technique of the bobby pin. Her cranium hung low while she bounced her leg on the polished surface floor. Pearly whites bit her lower lip that has seen better days, bleeding and chapped, in need of some moisture.

Brunette tresses covered her frame and her view from the window, but she heard the kids soon coming in after a long night of partying—either whacking their neighbors' mailboxes, fishing at night, whatever. 2:50, close to her shift ending, finally. She didn't waste a second to sit up, old bones popping beneath her flesh while she stretched ever so weakly. The magazine she had been reading tossed to the chair.

When the bell rang at the door her gaze didn't look at the person until few moments later. Only to see a trembling mess. A long loud whistle emitted from her, digits rested on her hips. "Well don't you look like a mess," she joked, her voice heavy with some sort of southern accent, leaning forward.

She was quiet for a moment before she coughed, clearing her throat to push away any musings that lived rent free. "Sorry little girl... not the best time for jokes huh?" Shoulders shrugged, suddenly feeling tensed all over her old muscles that had been resting for way too long...

Quiet she was, only to let out a deep exhale. "It's Dawn, now. Are you in any sort of danger? Need somewhere to hide? I wouldn't mind having a guest," she insisted, her digits resting on the rim of the counter.