THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V.
Justin immediately stepped on his brake and went out of the car slamming the door loudly and gained the folks' attention as he had his wide steps in to the door of the store. Pushing it open, a woman at her 50s approached her from the stationery of the cashier where she stood.
The store was typically like a*****e at the middle of a wooden forest you'd never expect to exist. It had these furniture and carved-like shelves of different things but usually shovels, hammers, boots, knives.
Justin roamed his eyes around and on each corner of the store examining it before his eyes landed back to the aged woman standing on the stationery all eyes at her.
"I'd like to buy a rope?", the woman put out a blank expression not able to understand what he was saying. Justin thoug
