Here in the Quiet || Open
Henry made his way to the shop across the street, buying several cans of Red Bull. The store was in a nice secluded place between a bookstore and a flower shop, as well. Henry opened a can and raised it to his mouth to take a drink. He felt his head clear up and it felt like his limbs were his again, like they weren’t stuffed with a mountain of cotton that limited his senses. Everything felt sharper.
Henry quickly finished the can and threw it in the trash. He entered the bookstore and looked around, searching for a book that would interest him.
Heath had gone into the book shop to look for a book on Albanian, it was his newest linguistical challenge and he wanted to conquer it. Walking quickly around a corner, he nearly ran into a small kid with like four cans of Red Bull in his hands.
"Sorry! Sorry! Didn't mean to run into you like that!"
