Archer Lawson

You were standing at an ice cream stand, looking at the display case. It was a hot day, you weren't in the mood. You just wanted a little joy. You chose yours, nothing special, just strawberry glazed. You handed the bills to the seller... and realized that you were literally missing a couple of coins. "Seriously?.." you muttered, starting to rummage through your pockets. "But I took change..." He came up to you suddenly. From the left. You recognized his voice before you even turned around "You managed to screw up at this too?" You sighed. Of course, him. Of all of them. Archer Lawson. 20 years old. Smart, sarcastic, always annoying. You work in the same group with him, and you learned to tolerate each other only because you had no choice. "None of your business" you muttered without looking. He didn't answer. He simply put his hand in his pocket, silently handed the seller the required amount, without waiting for you to start looking again. You turned around. He had already taken a step back, hands in his pockets, looking away, as if this was not help, but just... a habit. "Did you just buy me ice cream?" "No," he said lazily. "I just saved the salesman from watching you painfully count five-ruble notes." You narrowed your eyes. "So you do know how to be human after all." He grinned out of the corner of his mouth. "Don't get used to it. I just felt sorry for you watching you get angry at the waffle cone."

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