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𝐩𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐨
"HOLA, ¿DONDE ESTAN LAS PASTILLAS PARA DORMIR?" AITANA questioned to the male working behind the counter. The hispanic-man pointed to a aisle containing bottles of pills.
She thanked him and walked over, picking up some Tylenol before going to stand in line.
The store door open revealing another Latino who was way younger than the worker.
"¿Dónde está el Pepto-Bismol?" He asked the man.
"Allí, ¿podrías recogerme otra botella de estos, por favor?" Aitana answered for him, connecting eyes with the boy.
His eyes sort of brightened when he saw her, almost like he was taken back by her appearance.
"Right, Gracias." He stammered shooting her a awkward smile. She returned the smile, looking over at a white-male who looked disgusted.
"Tienes un problema viejo." The Perez-girl wondered, squinting her eyes to intimidate him. He raised his eyebrows at her not understanding what the hell she was saying.
"What?"
The teenager from earlier finally walked up to his, handing her the bottle of pills. "Here you go, having trouble sleeping?"
"Nah i'm trying to kill myself." Aitana kidded but everyone in the store didn't catch her joke and widened their eyes.
Miguel blurted out a bunch of unknown sounds, choking on his spit. "Are you se-serious? Because you shouldn't do tha—
"Kidding, are you constipated?" She pointed to the bottle of diarrhea medication. Miguel chuckled but shook his head.
"Ha no, My grandma's not feeling well." He explained. The older white man turned to the two teens with a annoyed facial expression. "Stop flirting, what's Spanish for "Just give me my damn slice?" Johnny queried.
