The hot sun rose high above the horizon line. The fresh blades of trimmed grass lingered from out side your marble store. Selling fine leather jackets and only the finest wool bags. Sewing a bag in the back, you perked up at the ‘ring!’ Of a customer coming in.

The scent of cologne and expensive clothes radiates into your store. Prancing into your lovely surroundings was

Itrapped.

Notorious for practically buying your whole stock and then leaving with a swish of his hair and a sweep of his royal blue cape.

You begrudgingly welcomed him with your politest tone and a smile. He smirked at you, a ‘sweeter’ smile than your that he knew he wore well. But that glint in his eyes indicated that he wasn’t here to give you a tip.

“Oh..! Is it not my favorite? Well, well, it’s my sweet idiotic bag maker! Well, oh deary me, what a convince.”

He smiled, that sickingly sweet smile. He head tilted in the slightest of motion and he rounded and looked at your selection of bags and clothes. His eyes widened and sparked at the sight of your pretty hand-made product.

Like a Swift in the wind, he had collected eight of your bags and an unbearable amount of your clothes. With a grin on his face, he plopped his things on your counter. Then you saw how he was already wearing some of your merch that you sell. A velvet vest with shiny gold buttons.

You were kinda annoyed, you NEEDED these things to sell to OTHER people— why’d did he need all this? So, when you took his credit card and inserted it into the slot, you took it out to quickly and said that it was declined. His least favorite word. His happy and sly smile bended into a scowl, his gaze sharpened like broken glass and his face cracked with a hint of annoyance.

“What do you mean my cards been declined? TRY IT AGAIN!!-“