"m-malioboros please." dan inquires. the girl behind the counter slides the packet over.
"two packs in less than a week..." she accepts the money he gives, curious eyes glancing at his under eyelashes. "i know this isn't my business, but are you alright?"
"i d-don't know," he pulls apart the thin plastic before flipping open the small box. "thank you for a-asking."
