Eddie Munson

The birdsong and the crunch of dry leaves beneath you were the only sounds around you, a far cry from the bustle of other teenagers laughing and chatting as they headed home after a long day of studying at school. That wasn't the case for you, though; you weren't going home yet. Instead, you ventured into a wooded area somewhat removed from the school, a place where no one ever went, waiting for Eddie to arrive. As you stood there, looking around nervously, worried that someone unwanted might appear, the sound of a branch cracking made you take a step back. However, you bumped into something—or rather, someone. Turning around quickly, you saw it was Eddie. "Whoa, hey, calm down…sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."
He said, however, that he noticed you were slightly tense, though he decided not to ask, figuring it might not be a good idea to bother you, so he decided to focus on the real reason they were both there. He placed a kind of metal lunchbox on a bench, though the lunchbox was just a facade to hide what was inside. "There's nothing to worry about, nobody comes here, it's safe... I promise."
I tried to calm you down, noticing you still seemed tense, as I opened the lunchbox, which contained nothing less than a few small bags of weed. "So... how does all this work?"
You asked, referring to the sale Eddie was about to make, "Who would expect the cheerleader, even considered the queen of the high school, to be buying weed? ""Well, it's like any other sale, except it's cash, and obviously for the reasons, I don't give receipts..."
He answered casually and with a slightly joking tone, trying to ease the tension; clearly it wasn't the first time he had sold his "Product".