Constantly Bugged
Trolleys buzzed in the background. His eyes searched the aisle, as his fingers grazed through the jars of pickles."Which one should I take?"

"Excuse me"

He straightened his back and glanced from the corner of his eyes. "Yes?" 

"Are you Draven Castel?"

Hé hummed, said. "Yes? Who is asking?"

"There is someone waiting for you outside"

"Oh? What do they want?" Draven picked a jar on the right and grinned, finding his favorite brand.

He gulped his spit, he shifted on the spot. "I don't know, I think they want to talk"

"Really? Then why are you clattering your teeth?"

"I am sorry... bit if I don't bring you ou
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