It's been about a week since this shenanigans over taxes happened with Mr. Sanchez in the store, yet it hasn't come out of your mind yet. You had seen many unique people walk in and out, but never like this man before. You loved it.
You stocked up some more random tools such as hammers and nails in the appropriate section, humming to yourself unaware of your surroundings. As you were trying to reach a higher shelf you felt someone tap your shoulder. It was an adolescent boy around your height, fidgeting with his fingers and looking at his shoes. "Yes? What can I do for you today?" You questioned.
He didn't catch your stare. He simply kept to himself as the stuttered words came out of him. "H-hey I know you met my grandpa Rick? I just wanted to say I-I wanted to apologize on his behalf for the way he m-may have acted towards you that day. We were caught up in something and I don't really know? I saw him yelling at you from outside, a-and well I didn't think it was okay; O-over taxes I think?" Your brows perked. "Yeah..." you didn't say much. "I'm sorry about that. W-we'll make it up to you; I promise." You we're speechless. You didn't really expect an apology, although you weren't complaining. You nodded at his kindness. "Thank you." He sheepishly smiled. "I'm Morty, by the way." The boy stated. "Nice to meet you. I'm Perkz." When you went in to shake his hand, you smelled a familiar aroma of alcohol come towards the two of you. Footsteps clicked on the floor, and a pair of eyes came into notice. It was the infamous Rick Sanchez himself.
"Morty? W-what the hell are you doing bothering this chick?" Rick glared down at Morty, then eventually looked you up and down in a slight manner of subtle admiration. "I know just because she's a fine piece of ass you'd think we'd have to apologize to her over what I did. I feel no reason to, unless..." he tapped his chin mockingly. "You're free tonight. Perkz, right? I'll show you a good time from this dead end job." He smirks. Within an instant, you felt your entire body grow hot. Your mouth gaped, and you nodded slow enough to get the point across or agreeing with his proposal. Rick placed his hands on your shoulder with a gentle shake. "Great. See your ass at 8. I'll be the sexy motherfucker with the space ship, but you already knew that." What a long night this would be...
