<span style="color: #00FF00">After going to the bank, Ray looked down at her list and noticed she had to go to the local supermarket to pick up a few necessities. Sighing to herself, she lit another cigarette and began heading that way, music blasting through her speakers. She drove around the parking lot a few times before finding a parking space across from a motorcycle. She didnâ€™t know much about them, like she did when it came to cars and trucks, but she knew what she was seeing was a piece of art in her eyes. She looked it over for a few minutes before realizing she probably looked like she was trying to steal it and hurried away towards the door. Once inside, she was greeted by a sickly pale old lady who croaked out, â€œYa want a buggy?â€ Ray ignored her and walked quickly past, grabbing a basket and heading towards the food, hoping to get out as quickly as she could.</span>