Shopping || Thomas Connors
Another day, another trip to the store. Generally, Declan didn’t mind the task but that day had just been inherently bad from the start. He was in a mood. He’d had trouble sleeping so he woke up tired. He spilled scalding hot coffee on himself at work. One of his assistants accidentally lost the most updated file for a manuscript he’d nearly been done editing and had to go through a large portion of it again. Lunch had been a disaster. And as much as he hadn’t wanted to go to the store, he was out of a handful of things he’d run out of recently.
Basket in hand, moseying his way through the aisles to pick up a number of the items he needed, he eventually came to the thing he likely needed most. Apparently though, it was just as important to someone else as his hand collided for another when he reached for it on the shelf. Huffing a breath, he turned to find another man beside him. Really? Really? Of all things and all days.
Declan was beyond annoyed by that point. “Ye mind, mate?” He questioned a bit too aggressively. He wasn’t usually unfriendly but he just couldn’t bring himself to chill out and back off. Clenching his jaw, he stood his ground, eyebrows raised expectantly but expression overall still displeased.