Bryan recovered from his bout of dizziness, resting his hand lightly upon his forehead.
"Ugh!" He groaned.
Before him lay his destination: the supermarket. His strangely groggy mind and overall sickly demeanor made grocery shopping the last thing he wanted to do.
"Christ, I need to grab some caffeine first before I collapse..."
His bleary gaze drifted from the stone and glass facade of the market to the other establishments that lined the same shopping centre. An ice cream shop, various fast foods, gift and sport stores, and lastly, the single coffee shop that occupied the space. The coffee served in the cafe was nothing to write home about, but would serve in a pinch
Bryan glanced around, eyeing one of the teenaged grocery market employees that pushed a line of abandoned shopping carts across the asphalt. The boy returned his look with one of confused curiosity, causing Bryan to redden and hurry across the parking lot. Among an array of signs, a cartoonish cat glancing knowingly at a steaming "cup o' coffee" adorned the coffee shop's sign . Only a few customers sat inside the building, chatting or staring blankly at their phones, while others walked in and out with cups in-hand.
A young man sat next to a planter sunken into the cement next to the cafe. He busily preformed a drum solo on a make-shift set of drums, long hair swishing over his face and a plastic lid of money sat near him. He was shirtless, displaying an impressive physique that drew an idle inspection from the passing scientist. The racket produced by his performance was a clangorous mess of noise that somehow remained rhythmic despite itself.
Bryan passed quickly, preferring to avoid any charity, and hurried to the door.
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