#charliegrenier

When Charlie’s mind focused on something, nothing else could slip its way into his attention. It was stupid, really, to be staring at the bright yellow price tag on a shelf of cereal, but the fact that someone hadn’t managed to notice that the surgary breakfast cereal before him was priced at thirty-nine dollars - instead of three ninety, he assumed - drove him absolutely bonkers.

Charlie huffed, brow furrowed as his hand hovered over the box of cereal. Nothing, not even the growling of his stomach, could make him pick up and purchase wrongly priced goods. He was stubborn like that.

If someone had questioned his serious worry over a box of cereal, Charlie would have blamed it on his perfectionist personality. In reality, however, being half-asleep and dragging through a grocery store’s aisles at three in the morning may have had something to do with his pickiness.