Dale had been miserable for the past several minutes, Niall doing nothing but laughing at him even the dogs couldn't improve his mood.
He still didn't know the name of the person he had bumped into and that should be a good thing because he's been trying to forget the man? boy? But it wasn't working out for him.
"Peel yourself off my counter man, you're distracting my customers." Niall complains when a couple of girls that had come to buy pet things had drifted out again, dazed and giggling.
"I'm miserable, Niall, don't make me move." Dale drawls, keeping his eyes closed.
Niall just glares at him, eyebrow piercing glinting beside his black eyes. "Because of some dude you bumped into for a couple seconds? What did you tell him anyway that had him running for his life."
"Called him, miss." Dale says half-heartedly.
Nial bursts out laughing at this. "I keep telling you to get yourself glasses you blind fuck."
