Leo’s POV
“What are you going to do with all this food?” The cashier at the convenience store glared at the truck sitting outside the store.
“Just a little party, I’m throwing,” I replied.
“Little? Okay, well that will be ten thousand, four hundred and five dollars with thirty-four cents.” She pointed towards the screen showing the cost of everything. I quickly pulled out my card to pay for everything.
“I am going to need your identification,” she lowered her tone as she spoke.
“No problem,” I pulled out my card.
"Noah Smith, huh," she mused, her gaze lingering on my ID for an uncomfortable extended moment. If I had to guess, she was trying to memorize every detail of it.
“Is there a problem?” I raised my eyebrows as I reached back out to grab my ID from her.
“No, not at all.” She
