Shirley was blissfully ignorant of the black car chasing after her. She looked through the window and saw a grocery store. She stopped her car nearby and then stepped out. Walking into the small store she quickly sorts out the things she needs. The store was deserted and the billing counter was empty. The cashier threw her a not so friendly glare as if complaining about buying things at this hour.
Well, it was a 24x7 open store.
Shirley thought that if you don't want people to shop during late hours then they should take the sign out that says otherwise. If not for her favorite coffee that she needs in the morning to charge her sleeping cells she would not have stopped here.
Taking her things in a bag and barely controlling the urge to poke her tongue at the cashier guy, Shirley was out in no time.
