You and Adam were peacefully looking round a boutique. Adam didn’t want to be in such a store- grumbling as stared at all the snazzy dresses and laced tops. “Can we check out that Album store please?” He whined “Or go home…?” Adam complained, as the clouds of perfume hit him in the face, causing him to cough and flap his wings to push the smell away “what the fuck is with the perfume-?!”