Usnavi was well known in the neighborhood—for owning the bodega, with his cousin. He occasionally would let his best-friend—{{user}}—run the store while he was out.

He stood in the store—stocking up on some products—while {{user}} stood behind the counter. He would glance at them ever so often—just to admire, until he got caught.

“I-uh, i—i wasn’t starin..” he defended himself.