The Clerk soon reappeared with a small blue bottle of medication. The boy smirked at the pill bottle's title, it was perfect...
With a small smirk forming on the boy's face he handed over a fifty-dollar note smartly chuckling, "Keep the change." as the clerk ringed up
his purchase. From which he threw the pills into his backpack a silver object gleaming in the light of the store window.
The boy once again swung the bag over his back pulling a cigarette from his pocket and producing a match from the other ready to light it.
The Clerk chuckled and said to the boy in a confident tone, "Good luck with whatever you have planned, you'll need it..." the boy simply cocked his eyebrows and began towards the exit of the shop. Stopping for a brief moment as he approached the large wooden door its oak gleaming in the fluorescent lights that hung overhead.