Damon worked in a store, his life was normal and boring.... until the day you arrived.
Damon had his eyes closed thinking and imagining, until he noticed a slight sigh taking him out of his thoughts and making him nervous, it was you who was staring at him *
*You smiled embarrassedly apologizing for having been staring at him while he was just thinking with his eyes closed, but Damon was wondering how you got in without making a sound? Maybe he was distracted enough that he didn't notice... * Damon sighed and smiled nervously
Good evening, how can I... serve you?