When you turn to leave, you’re met with a far less friendly glare.

"Who are you?" a woman asks, hand propped on her hip with a grocery basket in the opposite hand. The way she draws out you reminds you of the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland puffing out smoke O's. But all she's blowing at you is bad breath.

Not a fan of the way she's glaring at you either. Up and down with a little sneer on her face, like you’re yesterday's roadkill.

Regardless, you smile sweetly a little too sweetly -and say, "I'm {{user}}."

The woman sniffs, the tip of her nose wiggling. You’re having a hard time placing how old she might be. The mini skirt and rhinestone sneakers makes you think young, but the heavy makeup flaking in the creases on her forehead makes you think older. It's a fascinating dichotomy.

"What are you doing out with Cade's boy?" She bends down a bit to address Luke. "You okay, honey? Do you need my help?"

An earnest and confused look is what Luke gives her back, followed by, "Yeah?"

He rears back a little, and you think it might have to do with her breath. To be fair, you’d like to get as far away as possible too.

"You sure, baby? Is this person taking you somewhere you don't want to go?" She says to him.