“Move your fat ass!” Seriously, the brute needed to step aside. Did he not realize that he was holding up a line and that many of the occupants of that line had places to go and people to see? Evidently not. The aggravated cry had escaped from the lips of a female who’d been way too close to the end for her own liking. She’d never really been one for waiting and such, but sometimes these things just couldn’t be helped because well, they weren’t really her fault. “Come on man, step aside,” an exaggerated sigh ensued as the figure pressed her palms against their opposite elbows, crossing her arms across her chest.

How long did it take for the average human being to select a pair of bowling shoes? Hell, it wasn’t as if any had their own personal flair, for they’d all been worn at least one hundred times before hand and whatever flair that they may have once possessed had evaporated over time. So basically, this bozo needed to grab a pair in his size and step aside. Elayne wasn’t necessarily in any sort of rush, nor was she extremely agitated, it was truly just the fact that this guy was taking all the time in the world as if no one else matter, that bothered her.

As she spoke, the eyes of others turned her way and Elayne managed a bare grin. The senior wiggled her fingers in the air whilst shrugging up her shoulders in a shy, ‘hello’ of shorts. Who would have guessed that such a load mouth belonged to this tiny little creature? Hah, they were all probably musing over something along those lines and to tell the truth, it didn’t quite bother her. Huffing, Elayne blew a wisp of hair out of her face as she began to rock back and forth on her heels, taking to the light tune that was now playing overhead.

Elayne could only entertain herself for a good two seconds flat before becoming bored with the overall idea of it all. Not that she was a boring character or anything of the sort, but she just enjoyed the company of others. If she wasn’t with three to four friends then there was something wrong with that picture, and she’d eventually have to branch out to expand her little circle. Hah, maybe little was the wrong word for it, but one would get the point. The seventeen year old dropped her hands from her arms and stood on her tip toes once more in order to peer over the woman’s head that stood before her. The guy was gone, so what was the hold up now? Musing over this silent inquiry, Elayne began to fiddle with the zipper of her jacket and hum quietly to herself.

She’d give the guy another thirty seconds before she stepped in to make things personal. Most would believe that the commotion upfront didn’t concern the female customer, but it had an effect on her enjoyment of the facilities, and being the customer –and a paying one at that- Elayne felt as though she had to right to do just about anything. After all, it made sense right? She was throwing up dough in order to entertain herself with the assorted features of the establishment, but this idiot was just wrecking her time, and she’d yet to actually put a smile on. If one pays for a smile and doesn’t receive it, then doesn’t that one deserve to be reimbursed? The answer to the rather simple inquiry was all too obvious, and the senior had a feeling that the business owners wouldn’t have been too happy with what they came up with…So why not help them, help her? Fifteen seconds left. Counting down the idle moments within her mind, Layne continued to rock back and forth.