2. Problems and Prejudice
The store was almost completely empty besides the drunks who stumbled in on accident. I strolled up and down the isles in search of band aids, preferably for some with design on them. Bryson likes those.
"Hey." I heard a voice from behind me.
I turned around to see a man, mid 40s maybe, who was holding onto the counter. "How would you like to make an old man happppyy." He said dragging out the p and y in happy. Drunk.
"Hey man leave her alone." I heard someone with an accent say. Australian?
I looked over to see a short boy with red dyed hair say. He looked to be about my age, maybe a year older.
"Oh is this your boyfriend?" The man smiled.
The red head clinched his fist and the man back away slowly, "woah man, just trying to have a little fun." The man said walking off.
"Thank you." I said to the red head and looked over to my right and saw the band aids.
As I grabbed one the boy said, "no problem, people like that disgust me. I'm Michael by the way."
I smiled and walked to the checkout, him following behind me. "I'm Lulabee."