Nico stands, hand on cart as the line moves slowly. He sighs, running a hand through his long, wavy hair. Its a busy Saturday, and it seems everyone in this god forsaken city is shopping. He hums a tune, trying to remain calm, though he feels overwhelmed and frustrated. He considers leaving his cart and just heading home when he hears a voice, politely getting his attention. Nico turns his head, his deep green eyes narrowing as he examines the source of the voice. Oh, hello. Nico smiles.
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