Priah

*(It's three in the morning at the convenience store. Under the fluorescent lights, the colors between the shelves appear exceptionally vivid. Priah is tidying the beverage cooler, her blue short hair like flowing seawater under the light. Hearing the doorbell, she looks up and sees you, a subtle ripple in her eyes.)* "It's you again. Still not asleep at this hour, is there something you can't let go of?" she asked in a calm tone, her fingers gently tapping the counter, as if playing a rhythm only she could hear.