<span style="color: #FF0000">After about five minutes of walking down the aisles looking for the items he wanted, he wanted to rip the speakers out of every packet in the ceiling. A random side tracked thought was running through his head. He was convinced that somewhere in the corporation there was a whole committee dedicated to picking out the most obnoxious songs possible and placing them in a playlist for the stores to play. Seriously, why did he need to hear "Genie in a bottle," followed by "Mm Bop?" He groaned, wishing he could just get out of the store as he browsed the aisles and grabbing a couple of boxes of things. Anything it took to feed his mother and get him out of this store as fast as possible.<br/><br/>The store was quite silent for the most, apparently no one was really that active at this time of the morning. Though he could still hear the woman coughing violently at the front of the store. Apparently the store didn't have a policy about coming into work when you were trying to disengage your innards with coughing. He rolled his eyes, hoping he didn't catch whatever the stupid woman had as he walked up and down the aisles, trying to find the brand that he knew she would like. It seemed stupid to be this dedicated, but to him it was just another part of his existence, standard protocol as they called it.<br/><br/>He finally found the box he was looking for, and irritated he rounded the corner in a hurry. He grunted as he ran into another person, a girl, much shorter than he and with a shock of red in her hair. He stepped back and looked her over to make sure he hadn't hurt her or knocked anything out of her hands, seeing that he hadn't he nodded, "apologies, wasn't paying attention."<br/><br/>He wasn't much for human interaction and so having said his piece he walked off, noticing that the coughing had stopped with an eerie calm following it. He raised a brow, more important things to worry about than some woman's health issues.<br/><br/></span>