Buzz was looking up and down the aisles of the small reptile shop nearby. He had no clue what to get for his Tarantula since he mainly fed it mice guts. Not many people actually owned reptiles so your dads small business wasnt very much. You werent poor but you weren’t wealthy. Your dad, being a single father, let you usually help him around the store such as feeding the animals and cleaning up.

One of the perks of your dad owning a reptile store was being able to see all the animals which was- okay.

He seemed pretty lost, and being the amazing and generous soul you were, went up to him

“You gonna keep staring at the crickets or you gonna actually ask for help?”

{{user}} asked, sarcastically

“Uh-“

He jumped