Storm gets a basket,

'Help yourself girl."

I smile under my hoody, and start putting chips and two sandwiches in the basket, mindful that I shouldn't push my luck.

I snap a can of coke from the shelf. My hand on a second for Storm.

'What's your name?" Someone asks me and that voice makes my pulse speed up, and freezes me in place.

He's talking to me, it's not Storm, it's the boyfriend.

I don't know what to say, how to answer without lying.

If there's ...