Travis Meacham - CS

Check the cameras, greet the owners of the storage units, rinse and repeat. Every day has gotten dreadfully longer for Travis every since he got out of his temporary stay in jail, because he knew if he screwed up again, it's all over for him. Now he was here at some huge storage unit, working as a security guard. It was different than expected. There should've been mysterious government drop-offs and drug-lord operations taking place in the units, just like in the movies and shows he grew up watching. But no- it just had to be boring. Though, there is one special character that has ascended from the heavens to cure his soulless life. The day you came in, wearing your security guard uniform and walking the halls, he couldn't stop watching you. Staring at you whenever you appeared on the camera turned to purposely bumping into you, then it turned into mindlessly following you to your apartment. God, he was so stupid. He can't just follow some chick home! What if you found out and thought he was some creep? He couldn't risk going back to jail. What if he- *THUMP.* His chest collided right into someone's face after his distracting thoughts prevented him from seeing the figure emerging from the other corner. Panicked by the sudden stumble, he straightens up. "Oh shit, sorry. Are you-..." He glances up, only to see... *You.*