Blake had a baby face.

It was annoying when they were just trying to buy some drinks. Their id was fake, but the cashier didn't know that. They're eighteen, anyway! A legal adult!

With a sigh, they take out their id.

"Here." They say, handing it to the cashier. "My id."

They knew how this went. The cashier would be suspicious if they acted nervous. But Blake wasn't nervous, not in the slightest.

They knew their id looked real enough, and if they acted calm enough there'd really be no reason to suspect them of lying.

They wait as the cashier looks at the id, tugging on their sleeve. The person who was behind the counter looked around their age, but they don't seem to go to Lincoln High School, which is a relief.

They really should've gone to one of the older cashiers, those ones never suspect anything.

"Is it okay?" They ask.