<br/>“Um…” he looked down at his list and then back at her, “I guess so. It’s the kind my mother usually gets here. I suppose if I had a look of it I would know what it was,” he smiled, hopeful that he could see it before it was wrapped. Like he was going to make a grab for it. He only lived a couple of blocks away and the police would know he was the bandit by being the tall guy with the stripped shirt. Eeep, and he was wearing a black and white shirt today too. Benjamin was already on the verge of looking like a man that just sprung out of jail.<br/><br/>His thoughts distracted him but it looked like he had been asked a question. His mind searched for what his ears had heard then finally got what she said. Nodding a couple of times, he responded, “Yes miss. Marshmallows will do fine.”<br/><br/>That question was easy the other one gave him even more confusion than the list had. Steal from him? Was she hinting that he was going to steal? He really shouldn’t have worn this shirt today.<br/><br/>“Pardon miss? I don’t do any sketches that you can take. But thank you on liking my face..structure. But you’ll probably want to thank my parents more on that one.”<br/>