Simon was sitting behind the counter at Cutthroat Comics. It wasn't the most clever name, nor was it appealing, but it had good business.
In fact, business was so good that Simon was forced into the graveyard shift. He spent every night here, watching the occasional stray shopper looking to avoid crowds, or teenagers just wanting their daily comic book fix.
He would have a cheap cup of black coffee from the shop a few blocks down. It wasn't very good, but black coffee helps you stay awake longer.
Simon opened the latest Batman comic. Working here had its perks.
Tonight was no different, and as he leaned his cheek against his fist and began to fall asleep, he heard the bell above the door ring.
He groggily opened his eyes and glanced to his left, everything coming to a halt. Holy hell, this guy was perfect.
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Comic Store Meetings and Bitter Black Coffee
FanfictionSaphael AU. Cover creds to @ xxhopeless_romancexx Based off of Cassandra Clare's The Mortal Instruments, and more heavily influenced by the show Shadowhunters. Simon Lewis works at the local comic book store. He was sentenced to the graveyard shift...
