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Trouble *seems* to be brewing right in front of your eyes. It doesn’t seem likely, but better be safe. It <span class="mu-i">could</span> be a misunderstanding. You’ve seen enough movies with this plot point, and you refuse to participate in tropes that don’t benefit you. It’s common sense.
And common sense is also handing over Bagna to Lydie! You need to get close to eavesdrop, and there’s no way you’ll put anyone in trouble. You let Lydie know your intentions…
“Oh~? You want to impress <span class="mu-i">me</span>?” Lydie loves your bravery. “Go forth, my love. Style on them. We’ll be here if you need support.”
“Stay safe, okay? I’ll be good no matter what.” You wink. Lydie winks back. You don’t know if the message sunk in, but you need to move on.
You nonchalantly get closer, acting like you’re browsing a section closer to the cashier. Speaking of, the seemingly no-good-doers and the clerk are exchanging words.
“Babe, a lil’ courtesy goes a long way. Think about how you treat your recurring customers!" A rough looking troublemaker with more gut than guts pleads.
“I-I can’t hand over products for free no matter what you say.” The cashier wants mercy.
“Hey, listen, tomorrow, when we run-run the streets again, you’re gonna be so glad that you’re on our good side. On your fuckin’ feet, trust me. It’ll pay dividends, I tell ya.” The other thug, a man wearing sunglasses steps up. “My boss is gonna walk around, take a glance at this dump, and say <span class="mu-i">‘hey, Malachi, for this Super Food, what’ll be the protection fee?’</span>, and I’ll be like <span class="mu-i">‘no more than a couple of coins, boss, it’s good place.’</span>” The thug beats his chest once. “And what’s it gonna cost you? A couple of beers? A bag of chips? Use your head. It can do more than crank up numbers all day. Even my kid can figure this out.”
“Tomorrow? I thought it’s gonna be the day after.” The more clueless of the two thugs wonders.
“Whatever. At the end of the week, you’re gonna need us in a good mood. And I’m not sure if some shitty snacks are gonna do the trick at this point.” The bad sunglasses thug cracks his knuckles. “Got a better offer in your head, numbers gal?”
“I-I… um… I…” The store clerk is afraid!
You gotta do something!
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>“I got an offer. A free six-pack. How is that?” Be friendly and defuse the situation without escalating. It might cost you some beers.
>“How about we go outside to hear mine?” You don’t want to cause trouble inside the store. You’ll fight them outside.
>“That’s messed up, I’m calling the police.” Keep it simple and to the point. Don’t waste your breath on some low-lives.
>Go invisible and knock one out. Then reappear in a different aisle and say you did it.
>Write In.
