Snippet #2696284

The sound of a hoverboard approaching the exterior gun shop was the only warning on that particular morning. The front door opens to admit the first customer of the day, a young man in his mid-teens with medium length golden hair, a boyish regal face and simple glasses. He was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white hoodie, with a hoverboard folded up under his arm.

The boy, who seemed to be looking around expectantly, made his way around the room to look at the many different fire arms and ammunition types. He didn't seem to know what he was looking at as an expression of confusion followed him wherever he went.

Stopping in front of the hand guns the kid yawns from the early morning hour before leaning in to inspect them further. He takes a holo-pad out of his pocket and holds his board in his armpit while he swiped the screen to find a picture of a handgun. He had no idea what the gun was called, but soon enough he found the same one in front of him in the shop.

Comparing the two guns the kid begins reaching for the real one while closing his holo-pad and putting it away in his pocket.