"… Breathtaking beauty pssh, lies… She is a wicked witch," said Vega to himself while reading a brain-dead romance novel as he watched his mother's shop. When he got back she said she had some business to take care of thus here he was stuck in the store instead of going to spend his new riches. Fine, it was a couple of gold coins but to him, it was a small fortune he was excited to spend.
He raised his legs one by one placing them on the counter and crossing them at the ankle in a relaxed posture. Well, sort of relaxed. Why? It was because whatever he was reading seemed to make him feel tense like he was watching a prelude to a disaster.
"No, no, no don't drink that. She is going to pois_,"
Clatter!
Vega's voice came to an abrupt end his chest feeling stifled like something heavy was pressing on it. He turned his head sharply in the direction the sound came from but there was no one.
