Mason
The convenience store was about the same size as a supply closet, though it offered even less selection than one. I walked inside and looked at the overpriced toiletries, then hastily grabbed what I needed and made my way to the counter in short order.
Behind the register, a young guy fiddled with his phone and he looked up as I approached.
“What’s up, bro?” he said with a smile.
“Just needed to grab something,” I told him, then set the box of tampons on the counter.
“Lady troubles, huh?” he asked, scanning the bright pink box.
I gritted a tight smile and the fool laughed.
“You must really love her if you’re coming out here to buy her these,” the kid joked. I just stared at him, waiting for him to hand me my bag. When he did, I forked over my cash, then headed back outside,
