Well, his tagging behind her seemed to help as the fear lessened. He still didn't know why that guy had made her so nervous. All he could get from the man was boredom. But that no longer mattered as they were just about done anyway.
He slipped back around her, taking the basket in one hand and her wrist in the other as he guided her to the check out. There was an older woman, had to be in her fifties, behind the counter. She gave off a feeling of mild irritation joined by disgust as she looked over Alisa.
Enteinne could do little about that save distract her with a smile and a grand presentation of their honorably acquired goods. His actions broke the silence hanging over the place and he could feel curiosity in the place grow. With as much pompt and grandeur as he could produce (which was quite a bit) he started pulling items from the basket and handing them to the checker. His smile and sillyness was ultimately infectious, as the older woman soon forgot her irritation and was laughing along.
When the bill was paid, he took the bags and waited for Alisa to lead the way back to the bike. She always did feel better when he was watching her back.
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