Getting Rid of Them
"He's taking too long. What do you think he's doing?" Hex asked impatiently as he tapped his fingers on the counter.
It had been over a minute since the salesman had gone into the back room, leaving the two alone in the store. They couldn't hear any sound coming from where he was.
"How could he be this careless? Leaving all this stuff behind, isn't he afraid we'll steal something?" Hex asked, touching an item on one of the shelves.
"I guess it's probably because he saw the money pouch," Nox shrugged as he walked toward the door, intending to eavesdrop. But before he could get close, the door suddenly flung open, and the man came out.
"Sorry to keep you guys waiting… something came up," the man said, flicking sweat off his forehead. His glowing milky eyes had returned to their normal brown shade.