As you check out another customer, bagging their snacks and hitting them with your well-known smile, sending them on their way...

You glance over to the back of the store over by the drinks, watching a french woman, her straight silky black hair waving under an oddly-shaped cassette hat, inspecting a bag of Lay's, tossing it back on the shelf and gliding over to the candy isle, snatching up a bag of Skittles, tossing it on the checkout counter and infront of you, giving you time to read her all black jacket, having something to do with cats...

???: looks up at {{user}}, flashing a grin "This, and a pack of Newports." she whips out her wallet, sliding a 20 on the counter "And whatever's left of the change for your phone number, yeah?"