After minutes of searching aimlessly for what I knew, I laughed, scratching the back of my palms nervously.
"Rachel—"
"That is a good name." He didn't seem to stop talking either and followed me alongside the dog, forgetting his parked cart. He peeked over my shoulders, his eyes always plastered on my face, which sent shivers down my spine.
I parked the cart at the sanitary pad section, and he looked at me, nodding as a go-ahead. I coughed, my cheeks reddening.
'Isn't he supposed to look away?' I asked internally, my heart racing as I picked the pads one after the other into the basket and turned around.
He was still damn staring!
"Is there something you want, Uncle? You can say it; there's no need to keep me guessing." I sniffed with courage, expressing my thoughts in the most polite manner.
