I've Been Struck By A Smooth Criminal {SKEPHALO}

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Zak opened his eyes and yawned as the sunlight peeked through his window. "I really need to get curtains," Zak groaned, sitting up on his bed. His fluffy blue blanket ruffled at his movements, resulting in it falling to the floor. Zak picked it up, his head filled with annoyance. He knew it was way too early to go to any restaurants, and he didn't have anythingbto eat at home- except a box filled with fourteen small bags of doritos.

Zak walked over to his sofa, grabbing the television remote as he sat down. He turned on the television, wondering if there would be any good shows on. To his dismay, the only good thing on was the news. Zak didn't really like watching the news, or reading it, but he decided it was better than nothing. Zak put the remote down, looking at the TV with a rather unhappy face.

"A famous criminal was recently spotted the local park. The man himself was not seen, but the remains of his acts were there. The park's miniature statue of the president was stolen, initials 'BBH' found in the exact spot the statue was meant to be sitting. The fingerprints at the scene of crime were identical to the fingerprints found at his last robbery- which was in New York. The cri-"

Zak shut off the TV, he'd heard enough. Criminals had never really come to his town, and everyone in town was really nice to eachother. Zak had never really met a mean person in his small town, so a 'famous criminal' being recently spotted in his local park scared him immensely. Zak shook his head violently, not wanting to think about things that scared him. He quickly decided he was going to the bakery place to grab a muffin- and some fresh bread to make a sandwich later. Zak didn't normally eat muffins, but today he really wanted one.

Locking his front door, he strolled down the sidewalk and headed toward the bakery. It was fairly close to his little house, which made getting some groceries a lot easier.

The little bell jingled as Zak walked through the bakery door. He'd expected to see the kind old bakery owner, but when he walked up to the counter, a new face was there to greet him.

"Hello! Hope you're having a good morning today! What can I get you?" The stranger spoke, his voice sickeningly sweet.
"Good morning, uh," Zak glanced at the man's name tag, "Good morning Darryl. If you don't mind me asking, are you new to this town? I know almost everyon around here- but i've never seen you." Zak spoke awkwardly, his hands shoved into his pockets. The man, Darryl, seemed to be taken aback by Zak's question, he looked a bit worried. "No, uhh, I moved here a couple days ago. Nice hoodie bybthe way!" Darryl replied quickly, noticably changing the subject. Zak looked down at the hoodie he was wearing. It was just a solid cyan hoodie. "Thanks, I kinda just threw it on randomly but uhh- y'know... Anyway, can I get a blueberry muffin and one wrapped loaf of bread?" Zak asked, his stomach growled. Luckily, Darryl didn't notice it.

"And if you don't mind me asking, where'd you move from?" Zak asked, startling Darryl. "I came from New York! Now do you want sugar sprinkled on top of your muffin or not?" Darryl replied aggressively, his voice quickly softening as if he hadn't meant to yell.

"I'll just have it the way it is. Thanks Darryl!" Zak smiled, taking the bread and the muffin as Darrly handed it to him. Zak reached into his pocket and pulled out a wrinkled 5 dollar bill. Darryl took the wrinkled bill and put it somewhere behind the counter, probably with the rest of the money. "Goodbye Darryl, have a nice day!" Zak said, walking towards the door. "Goodbye sir! Have a great snack!" Darryl replied. Zak realized he hadn't given Darryl his name. "The name's Zak by the way!" he said loudly, walking through the door, the bells jingling again.

"Damn, that guy was cute."