Giovanni Pickens few supplies. Bread, peanut butter, canned meat, cans of soup. Anything for a quick meal. He was aware of the woman. And equally aware that she was watching him and the gopniks outside. He could see she was older now. Maybe in her 40s, but she noticed things. She had the air of a predator.
Giovanni looked towards the gopniks outside. They stood, waiting, with the general air of wanting to cause trouble. Giovanni wondered if this woman was their target and he wondered if they would survive the encounter. She had the air of a fighter - and not a common thug like the gopniks were, who had likely chosen their corner for this very reason.
The woman moved towards the register to pay for her goods, Giovanni browsed a little longer, but found little of interest. He had enough for now anyways. He began to move to the front of the store.
Giovanni looked towards the gopniks outside. They stood, waiting, with the general air of wanting to cause trouble. Giovanni wondered if this woman was their target and he wondered if they would survive the encounter. She had the air of a fighter - and not a common thug like the gopniks were, who had likely chosen their corner for this very reason.
The woman moved towards the register to pay for her goods, Giovanni browsed a little longer, but found little of interest. He had enough for now anyways. He began to move to the front of the store.