[ People talk to themselves, they use their cell phones, carry on halfbaked conversations with Waverly all the time. This guy (something Quinn, if she remembers his debit card right) seems to do it more often than most but she doesn't really mind; he seems nice enough.
Somewhere between the arhythmic beep beep of the check-out machine he mumbles something to himself and she stops. ]
no subject
Somewhere between the arhythmic beep beep of the check-out machine he mumbles something to himself and she stops. ]
—pardon?