“Sold out?” Angele stood beside the counter with his brows furrowed.
“Yes, sorry, the ones you purchased last time was all we had,” the lady at the counter tactfully answered.
“I apologize once again.” She bowed.
Angele stood in front of a counter in a large herb store. The rays of the sun at noon came right through the entrance, causing his boots to shine.
There were eight clerks taking orders of the customers, and Angele was talking to one of them.
"I heard Grace Herb Store is the best in the city. Can you double-check with other branches to see if they still have stock?" Angele didn't want to give up.
“I am afraid they don’t. The one you bought last time was the last Night Honeycomb we had. I am sorry to disappoint you, but we don’t have anything in stock right now.” The clerk apologized again.
“Can you tell me where you get the Night Honeycombs from?” Angele already spent the whole trying to buy the Night Honeycombs, and this one was his last hope.
