Two weeks ago, I went to a store. I asked a member of the staff to open the glass drawer for I to pick what I needed. The staff in question was a chadlite, tattood on one arm and covered in sincere muscles, which already made me feel extremely tense in his presence and quite intimidated. When I went forward the counter, the cashier I would believe was busy pressing buttons at his computer which made me feel very weird, and so I just stood there as if frozen for a few minutes before making courage to lay my product on the counter to purchase it because my face was turning too red for I to breathe comfortably, and the humidity tight.
For the least I hadn't sperged out completely.
For the least I hadn't sperged out completely.
