RHD

Nike - Boardwalk

"Aren't you bored?" I ask Wilhelmina.

"No."

"I'm out" I wave to Wilhelmina.

"Excuse me very much!" a rude girl screeches.

I just bumped into her; she didn't have to give me that look when I didn't apologize.

Why should I apologize we're strangers, it doesn't matter. Politeness is for the ego.

I wasn't going to squeeze through anyone. Looks were the only things I was going to get anyway.

Someone kicks my leg; I turn to a bloke. The bloke wasn't even the one I bump through; it was the person next to him.

"What was that for?"

Why am I even asking? This arse doesn't deserve it.

"You're bumping into others on purpose."

"No, I'm and did I bump into you? No! So shut it!"

Fortunately, the line was ending.

"Finally," I sigh, exiting the gate.

Lays Vivya boardwalk was smaller than Ever Lake's but that didn't mean it was boring, except for today.

I look over and a new food stand stands in front of me.

Why would anyone name anything that?

I walk to my right.

Not much of a line, but then again, a long ride in my regards is fifty people.

Two girls come behind me.

A brunette with light blue eyes, pale skin.

A brunette with brown eyes that shine in the sun, with bisque skin.

Both taller than me.

"Hey," the short girl said, waving.

"Yes?" I ask, "can you tell what the store is called?"

What use was knowing this food-stand name to anyone?

"Fried deliciousness."

"Could you please help us out with the menu and price?" The other lady says, putting her sunglasses on top of her head.

"Sure."

In all honesty I am doing it for politeness.

"Are you two tourists?" 

"Yes" the taller one says, eyes judging my intelligence for asking such an obvious clue.

"Where are you from?"

"The States," the shorter one say, "oh, we don't get a lot of you guys from there."

"Why not?"

"I genuinely don't know" I shrug, "oh," the shorter girl says.