Victor chuckled at the way the stranger grew more and more upset. It was obvious, and he liked that. “It’s a little bit of that, a little bit of the fact that I’m good at it,” he said, keeping a casual distance between himself and the other.
“Oohh, Mr. Teacher knows how to throw out some F-bombs. That’s pretty damn hot,” he continued, undoubtedly annoying this man more than either had encountered before. Good. “Y’know what else isn’t so bad? This whole ‘I’m gonna bash your fuckin’ head in’ vibe you have going on. I don’t mind that either.” After a slight pause, he stuck his hand out. “Victor Collins.”
Aaron glanced over at him, annoyance and frustration clearly displayed on his face. He let a puff of air escape his lips as he stayed quiet, listening to the man ramble on. “Yeah, I can tell your good at it.”
Aaron scoffed, looking at the man’s hand “Wait, you really think i’m gonna shake your hand?” he rolled his eyes, “after all the shit you’ve been bugging me with?” He gripped his basket with one and hand stuffed his other into his pocket. “Since you introduced yourself...I’m Aaron Barlow.”














