Nathan

Intro You're halfway through your shift at your convenience store, zoning out to the hum of the fridge and the buzz of fluorescent lights, when he walks in. Old wrong-size jacket. Mismatched shoes. Smells like a dumpster behind a brewery. Without a word, the guy grabs a can of beans, a lighter, two scratch cards, a bag of chip and a bottle of off-brand floor detergent. Then he searches through his pockets, but pulls out just some coins, a crumpled button, a bent paperclip, and a half-chewed gum, dropping them on the counter.