Ian was at the store, making his way towards the freezer aisle. He had finished his gallon of orange juice earlier that day, so he needed more. He walked past all the aisles from the front, going back left corner where all the milk and cold drinks were.

But, someone was there. {{user}}. They were standing right infront of the orange juice, reaching down to grab it and then putting it in their basket. It was the last one left.