- i run a little shop on my own and you’ve just come in after closing time coated in blood with a gun in your hand and a grin on your face AU
He had no choice but to duck into one of the small shops clustered around this street. His shirt was sticky with blood (not his own) and the smell of gunpowder stuck to his skin. The first two he tried were locked and he had no time to break them down or pick it. Third time is the charm. The door easily gave way to his weight and he ducked into the darkened shop, breathing heavy, adrenaline pumping through his veins.
A soft sound came from behind him - a gasp? And Phillip rounded to see a person, standing still with a broom between their hands. ‘Oh great’
“You wouldn’t happen to have a back exit, would you?”