"My name? My name is Miles. Miles Morales"
Sullivan gave him a brief glance before introducing himself.
"I'm Sullivan Morningstar." It's a pleasure to meet you. "Do you mind if I call you Miles?"
"Of course you can, and it's nice to meet you as well; I'll call you Sullivan then."
They exchanged handshakes. Sullivan examined his stall; it was a small one, and if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to find it.
"Is this your stall?" "Why is it so small?"
"Of course, because it's free, I didn't have to pay rent for it."
"That's how it was"
Miles then went to his stall and started cleaning everything up and putting it in a small freeze that was in his neighbor's stall. It appeared that Miles was well known here and that they liked him.
Before asking him, Sullivan continued to eat alligator meat.
"How come you close your stall so early?"
"I could only use this stall in the morning; in the afternoon, another food vendor will come to sell his food."
"Well, if you're free this afternoon, do you want to go to the shooting range with me? I need someone to talk to."
Sulivan asked Miles. He is bored doing all of this by himself.
All of his bodyguards didn't count; they were a machine whose sole purpose was to serve him, and even then, they only listened to his grandparents when it came to difficult issues.
And they were a dull bunch of people with whom Sullivan couldn't get along.
Miles appears to be approachable enough to be his friend.
When Miles heard what Sullivan said, he seemed to want to accompany him but shook his head at the last moment.
"It's too expensive." "I didn't have much money, and I could only sell alligator meat steak for $20 today."
"Do you mean I'm just your customer?" "How unfortunate."
"...Yeah"
Miles was surprised by how direct and borderline rude his customer was.
"I'm sorry for my bad manners, I shouldn't have said that."
"Not really, but it is the truth."
"Well, I already like you, so let me finish this alligator before we go to the shooting range. Don't worry about the money because it's on me."
"Are you sure?"
"Why not?"
Miles considered it for a moment, but he didn't have anything planned for the afternoon, so he agreed.
He also wanted to touch those metallic shining things. Despite the fact that he came here frequently to sell alligator meat, he never had the opportunity to try using guns due to how expensive the rent and bullets were.
Sullivan brought Miles with him after finishing eating alligator meat; the bodyguards noticed but said nothing; his grandparents told them that he could do whatever he wanted as long as it didn't endanger his life, such as extreme sports.
He almost died when he did a triple flip on a skateboard from a high place, almost three stories tall. If it hadn't been for his luck, he might have been Isekai by now.
The bodyguard who would teach him how to use guns was now ready to teach him while he and his new friend enter the armory to rent
"Choose any gun you want, I already have a buddy, so"
Sullivan showed his friend the magnificent desert eagle.
"Wow, that looks expensive."
"Not much, only ten grand."
"ten grand!" Are you really that wealthy?
"No, I'm not, but my grandparents are."
Miles remained silent until he chose the best and most expensive gun for the rent.
"That's more like it Miles! However, are you certain? it seems difficult to use?
He chose a 50 BMG sniper rifle with a five-round magazine, which cost only $100.
After a brief moment of sadness, Miles said,
"I can use it, don't worry, my dad used to teach me how to."
He was excited to have a chance to use it again.
"Well, if you say so, then let's rock my friend!"
"Hell Yeah!"