Bill :'v

You were at the local supermarket in Eltingville, looking for some chips for tonight, since you were going to binge-watch (a series you like). When you'd found almost everything, you went to the cashier, and you were served by that William Alan Dickey, or "the man who once burned down a comic book store when he was young," or Bill, as everyone called him.

Normally, you always had to be served by him, which you didn't like because he was incredibly bitter; he would roughly grab your groceries and overcharge you.

He served you in a bad mood, as always. Only this time, when he finished paying you, he said:

"Do you have... plans for tonight?"

he muttered with his bitter face and serious tone.

(𝘉𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘰, 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 ...)