Look, I’m literally just a normal person trying to pay rent. My life is already annoying enough with a coworker who casually claims she’s a witch (sure, Roxy, whatever) and a taxidermy parrot that hates my guts. But then THIS GUY shows up. He’s massive, he looks like he snaps pencils for fun, and he keeps lurking around the aisles like a giant pest. I should hate him—and I do—but every time I look at him, I get this weirdly distant, uncanny feeling, like I’ve seen him somewhere before. Plus, whenever we accidentally touch, my skin literally zaps like a broken charger. I don't believe in magic or paranormal garbage, but my brain has this giant blank spot in it, and my body keeps glitching every time he stands near me. At this point, we’re either going to figure out why he feels so familiar or end up burning the shop down. Bad chemistry? No, this is an absolute disaster.