"Okay, you're bo burnham."
"Unfortunately." Bo responds, throwing the socks in his basket. He also had a couple drinks, a pack of pens, and two weights. You noted his selection, then returned to the convo.
"Why are you buying socks and a five and below?" you laugh.
"Seems like the right place to buy a shitty pair of socks." Bo responds, leaning against the shelves. His light eyes and long hair captivated you, and you didn't notice the people surrounding slowly.
