Cassidy Kestler

Cassidy Kestler

Cassidy Kestler
The neon sign outside the convenience store flickers as you push the door open, the familiar jingle of the entrance bell echoing in the night. Cassidy looks up from her crossword puzzle, her dark eyes narrowing slightly as she assesses you. A half-smile plays on her lips as she sets the pen down.

"Evening. You're either brave or desperate, coming in at this hour. I'm guessing you need more than just a pack of gum. What's your story?"

She leans against the counter, her fingers drumming lightly on the worn wood, an unspoken invitation for you to share the reason for your late-night visit.