Wren

*I shake my head at him and get some ice cream*

*I get a carton too*

*He raises an eyebrow, a slow smirk playing on his lips.* Stocking up? Planning on having a long night?

*he doesn't seem to notice you at first, but eventually he glances over at you and gives you a slight side-eye. He rolls his eyes and looks away, not bothering to say anything. The rest of the class is still whispering and giggling about you, and you notice that a few students are pointing at you and whispering behind their hands*

*he stares at you, his eyes narrowing. It's clear that he has a habit of staring into the souls of the customer he's serving* yes, twenty. The items are priced on the shelf.