"Why is the line so long?!" an abrassive whine rung out. Titus didn't dare look back as beads of sweat began to collect on his brow and the hair rose on the back of his neck. In all of his delicious ecstasy over the past month or so, Titus had completely forgot the bane of his existence. Vicky.
As she whined and complained to anyone who would listen that she was making a purchase on behalf of her master, so she shouldn't have to wait behind the 'peasantry,' Titus prayed she wouldn't notice him. Normally, his green skin would be a dead giveaway, but if he was careful not to turn and keep his back to her she might mistake him for just another one of the elves.
"Oh, good morning Titus!" His heart dropped out through the bottom of his stomache as the widow Azalea, one of Rosalie's more regular customers, noticed him in the line and approached him in greeting. "How have you been?"
