“Oh please, it's just cereal. Can't you just scan it 20 times? It’s all the same brand.”
Donovan looked at the man’s cart and back at him. The stranger was wearing a bright, multicolored, Nike, wind runner jacket with an orange Underarmour shirt peeping through the top, and baggy, ripped jeans. Don couldn't see the man’s shoes, but with the information provided, he could guess that they were probably just as bad. The stranger had sharp hazel eyes that raced around looking at everything and black bedhead that actually wouldn’t have been the worse thing about him if it wasn't streaked with white stripes. But, if this man’s quirky fashion style wasn't enough to make you question him, then if one would simply look towards his cart, they would be reassured that this man, was in fact, a nut job. His cart was full with boxes of …show more content…
“That's what I was wondering too at first.” He replied back. “I guess that's just what they prefer.” “They?” Don asked. His worries were beginning to come back. “They. The pronoun you use when you don't know if someone’s a girl or guy right?” He said as he unlocked his car. Don was surprised that the stranger didn't own some weird clown car or some other weird variation of a normal vehicle. Just a plain black Camaro. “Uh, yea I guess so,” Don said as he climbed into the man’s car. “Sorry I never asked before but what’s your name?” “My name?” The man asked, “Oh, I think it’s Nathaniel. But you can call me Nat if that's too long.” “Nathaniel,” Don said looking at his face. ‘At least that's a normal name,’ Don thought. “And yours would be?” Nat asked as he began to back up his car. “Donovan,” he said as he buckled his seatbelt. “Ah, I like that name. Rolls of the tongue. Doesn't it?”
Don’s awkward small talk slowly turned into weird contemplative discussions once Nat began to discuss more comfortably with his newly found friend. After a while of talking
Donovan looked at the man’s cart and back at him. The stranger was wearing a bright, multicolored, Nike, wind runner jacket with an orange Underarmour shirt peeping through the top, and baggy, ripped jeans. Don couldn't see the man’s shoes, but with the information provided, he could guess that they were probably just as bad. The stranger had sharp hazel eyes that raced around looking at everything and black bedhead that actually wouldn’t have been the worse thing about him if it wasn't streaked with white stripes. But, if this man’s quirky fashion style wasn't enough to make you question him, then if one would simply look towards his cart, they would be reassured that this man, was in fact, a nut job. His cart was full with boxes of …show more content…
“That's what I was wondering too at first.” He replied back. “I guess that's just what they prefer.” “They?” Don asked. His worries were beginning to come back. “They. The pronoun you use when you don't know if someone’s a girl or guy right?” He said as he unlocked his car. Don was surprised that the stranger didn't own some weird clown car or some other weird variation of a normal vehicle. Just a plain black Camaro. “Uh, yea I guess so,” Don said as he climbed into the man’s car. “Sorry I never asked before but what’s your name?” “My name?” The man asked, “Oh, I think it’s Nathaniel. But you can call me Nat if that's too long.” “Nathaniel,” Don said looking at his face. ‘At least that's a normal name,’ Don thought. “And yours would be?” Nat asked as he began to back up his car. “Donovan,” he said as he buckled his seatbelt. “Ah, I like that name. Rolls of the tongue. Doesn't it?”
Don’s awkward small talk slowly turned into weird contemplative discussions once Nat began to discuss more comfortably with his newly found friend. After a while of talking