It’s about nine PM on a weekday night. EMILY, the lone employee left at the shirt store, is restocking. The store is quiet and empty when suddenly, a roughly nine year old BOY in a baseball cap and jersey enters through the front doors.
The BOY heads to the knicknacks in front of the register and starts sifting through them.
BOY Do you live here?
BOY Well, don’t go on Big Bus Tours. It was awful.
EMILY Aw, I’m sorry.
BOY I lost my hat and they didn’t even try to look for it!
BOY It was a custom-made hat, too! It was of a… (gesturing over his own baseball cap) …black cat. With PURPLE eyes. And on the back it said “Waffles”, but it was spelled W A F L Z. …F U L Z.
EMILY (lost) Oh.
The boy’s MOM appears at the doorway.
MOM Braden, let’s go. Don’t bother the store lady.
BOY Okay, bye. Seriously, don’t take that tour. (exits)
And that was the last person I saw that night.