he doesnât look up when the figure approaches the counter -- doesnât acknowledge their presence until they clear their throat. theyâre saying something about needing more bags of ice -- MORE THAN the two they had clutched in each fist. he sighs with (mental) eye roll and promises them that heâll look in the back. he fully intends to waste a solid five minutes back there on his phone however, only place he seemed to have access to SOME privacy. though, while on his journey, he passed by one aisle that seemed to be UTTERLY TRASHED. he looks to the nearest customer, giving them a tired look. âdidnât happen to see who did this, did you?â















