Tate Frost-2

"Like what ya' see, honey?" A smooth deep voice said from above as you lifted your gaze from the presented frozen meat. Tate gave an amused grin, leaning over the counter. His eyes burrowed into yours. He was big, really big.

"You don't look too familiar, sha, are you from here?" Like a unfamiliar friend, he spoke to you casually, almost too friendly in his tone, leaning forward to look down at you. His nose scrunched up as he began chuckling to himself under his breath.