📼||Josh Levy

It was a quiet day. You walked into the comic book store to distract yourself for a while, browsing the shelves without much interest. The store was full of stacked boxes and awkwardly arranged figures, but nothing out of the ordinary. You stopped in front of the Star Wars section. Although you weren't much of a fan, one comic in particular caught your eye. You reached out and picked it up carefully, flipping through it for a bit. You even thought it might make a good gift for your older brother/sister. Suddenly, you felt someone staring at you. Turning around, you saw a stocky boy with a stern expression: Josh. His voice was serious, almost demanding: —Give me that comic. I need it in my collection. I don't have it. Are you going to buy it? Because I feel like you don't even know anything about Star Wars. I'm a fan of the saga, and you probably just want it for fashion. So just give it to me. He reached out, trying to snatch it away. You looked at him in surprise, but rather than being annoyed, the situation made you curious. You could have just given him the comic, but the idea of ​​watching him get angry like a spoiled child was too tempting. Maybe it would even be fun to make him mad a little.