“See somethin’ ya like?”

A shadow casts largely over you, and your eyes trail up to the source. A quite sizable and almost huge man looms over the counter. He leers, leaning on his shoulder against the meat counter. You gulp.

“Don’t be shy, Sha,” he snickers. This is when you begin to pick up on his tone and accent. Sounds…southern. He must be from around here. You’re more focused on his appearance than what he asked of you. He notices, knowing this has happened a million times.